[a year in Ryslig has desensitized Norman to some degree, so the word 'abbatoir' doesn't startle him as much as it may have before. the elevator doors slip closed as he pushes the button to take them to the fourth floor, and he folds his hands in front of him as he listens. Norman does note Katurian's discomfort, though, and surmises that if it were the only job available to him, he'd feel very uncomfortable about it, too.
and then ... well, it just gets worse. he's in the middle of a patient, understanding nod when Katurian drops that last bomb, and his eyes widen]
Fourteen-?! That ... oh. Oh my God. Were they ... good to you? Do you miss them?
[he doesn't realize that that isn't exactly the first thing MOST people would say when hearing that a boy lost his parents when he was barely a teen. but given the amount of days and nights he'd wished he'd wake up to find that his own father had finally pushed his liver to the breaking point ... well.]
cw: alcoholism, bad family dynamics
and then ... well, it just gets worse. he's in the middle of a patient, understanding nod when Katurian drops that last bomb, and his eyes widen]
Fourteen-?! That ... oh. Oh my God. Were they ... good to you? Do you miss them?
[he doesn't realize that that isn't exactly the first thing MOST people would say when hearing that a boy lost his parents when he was barely a teen. but given the amount of days and nights he'd wished he'd wake up to find that his own father had finally pushed his liver to the breaking point ... well.]