[Oof, that... sounds like a story he's heard before, even if it wasn't his own. The early 1900s weren't exactly sunshine and rainbows, especially for immigrants from what he could remember. He shifts slowly to nuzzle into his shoulder with a low purr, just trying to make him feel a little better about everything at least.]

Sounds like some utter bullshit, but guess times didn't really change with the higher ups fucking over everyone below them. And... I think you turned out fine, sometimes you gotta go through a rough patch before you come out with the good from it all. [Ironic, considering how Husk acts on the daily when it comes to his own self, but he's more content not looking at that statement closer. It's not about himself, after all.]

Better than running off thinking you're gonna find your fortune.