Snippet #1424979

Dragomir swung his pick, listening to Dove speak. He paused midswing when his family was brought up. He shook his head and continued his work. Without looking over to her, he said, "No. My mother died giving birth to me and I don't know anything about who my father is." His voice had a sad and sullen tone to it now. "For all I know, my father's one of the guards. I was born and raised in this camp. Well, they had someone take care of me somewhere else until I could work, but I don't remember that far back." He never liked talking about his family, but it was asked of him and so, he gave an honest answer. "So, you got any family?"