[ Leon has a few ideas as to why that could've been. Respect for the losses, maybe. The famine that started some time after and only got worse when Saddler and his cronies rolled in making rebuilding take a backseat to just scrambling to get by, also. But it doesn't feel right to make guesses at a time like this, so he keeps it to himself, silent for a moment as he tries to think of what to say. ]

Must've been surreal, going back there after all that time. [ He thinks about all the little details he saw in that burned out building, rushing past to investigate the noise coming from the back room. The chemistry set on the table. The guitar on the mantle. ] Thanks for sharing this with me. I know this kind of thing isn't easy to talk about, but. I'm glad you're around to remember all of them better than I can.