He doesn't know what those are. Hard light and holograms.
But then Miguel gets to 'kids' and his expression morphs to one of soft, pure empathy. Children hadn't died of unnatural causes in Troll Village for twenty years but before...
Well, there's a reason his grandma sacrificed herself to save him. Because Chef was reaching for him. They hid the kids and elders in the half-finished tunnels on Trollstices but the Bergens sometimes came in between and caught the village off guard.
Everything about Miguel suddenly makes sense. Coping with anger, intensity, and anxious control. Branch created an environment he could control but Miguel seems to like when he can control the environment around him. When it makes sense.
When the pieces fit together perfectly just like they're supposed to.
A troll laying traps everywhere conflicted with that even if it had been Branch's own way of controlling his environment and his fate.
"My grandma was great with kids. If...if this is about what a loved one would like if they visited then... then they can share the candy and do a puzzle together."
He liked that image. He knows it's what his grandma would do, draw some child in close while they did a puzzle together and happily point out the loving presence of said child's parent. He can almost hear her voice, saying, 'Look, sweetheart! Look what your daddy left you! He loves you so much.'
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But then Miguel gets to 'kids' and his expression morphs to one of soft, pure empathy. Children hadn't died of unnatural causes in Troll Village for twenty years but before...
Well, there's a reason his grandma sacrificed herself to save him. Because Chef was reaching for him. They hid the kids and elders in the half-finished tunnels on Trollstices but the Bergens sometimes came in between and caught the village off guard.
Everything about Miguel suddenly makes sense. Coping with anger, intensity, and anxious control. Branch created an environment he could control but Miguel seems to like when he can control the environment around him. When it makes sense.
When the pieces fit together perfectly just like they're supposed to.
A troll laying traps everywhere conflicted with that even if it had been Branch's own way of controlling his environment and his fate.
"My grandma was great with kids. If...if this is about what a loved one would like if they visited then... then they can share the candy and do a puzzle together."
He liked that image. He knows it's what his grandma would do, draw some child in close while they did a puzzle together and happily point out the loving presence of said child's parent. He can almost hear her voice, saying, 'Look, sweetheart! Look what your daddy left you! He loves you so much.'