[There's just more silence as he thinks back to those bygone days... Days he'll never get back but ones he treasures all the same. For many people they don't remember much of their childhood, but for Eustace, he kept every memory he could. It was all he had left so he didn't want to lose the only thing he had that tied him back to his family.

But at least... At least now thinking back doesn't hurt as much. So when he speaks it's a little quiet.]

It was...peaceful. We lived on a far, remote snowy island where it snowed most of the year and only warm enough to see the grass for may about a month, two if we're lucky. It was so small and far away that you wouldn't even find it marked on many maps. Trade was rare, outsiders rarer. [Which is why his island was likely chosen for... ...Let's not think about it.] So my village was the only one and fairly small. Small enough where we all knew one another and treated each other like family. Most of us were, really. [Given the small size and population, not really that surprising that a good chunk are related at least distantly.]

But that also meant we were self-sustained. We all had our own small plots to grow crops and animals. My father was a hunter so he'd go out into the forests to hunt wild game. It was tough given the environment...but not so much we couldn't make a peaceful, happy living.