They're few memories, he wants to say in protest. He was barely old enough to speak, and...

And ultimately he just nods. "...Yeah. ...It... ...it was him or me, so..."

He should probably move on from there. Otoha's words help with that considerably, and while he definitely doesn't know or think much about what his mother would have wanted these days, her coming up in the conversation again makes him think of it at least for now. His eyes are watering, but all he can do is weakly smile and nod, unable to focus on cutting the vegetables now. "Y...Yeah? ...Thanks. I... ...I didn't really know any other kids until I got here, so... ...Thanks," he says quietly.