Seth frowns, considering the question, how to explain the context of it all, and how it was relevant to him.
"I... dunno if I wanna call it civil unrest. The bombing weren't, or at least not local unrest," he begins, fixing a point of the opposite wall with a thoughtful stare for a moment, before looking at Daniel to try and explain. "I mean - alright, so the IRA was basically this terrorist group that wanted Northern Ireland to be part of Ireland rather than the United Kingdom, right? So the specific targeting of Manchester was pretty random. It wasn't.. you know, a constant thing, it wasn't a big part of my childhood or anything."
He drains the last of his coffee and leans forward for a moment to set the cup down. "But... I can't really say it was a great place to grow up, especially if you were poor. Middle of a recession, crazy amounts of unemployment. Gangs, drugs... Everyone and their bloody mam seemed to own a gun 'round where I lived." Slight exaggeration maybe, but it did feel like that sometimes. He shrugs, and looks down at his hands, anxiously fiddling a little. "Believe it or not, being a drug dealer wasn't exactly a childhood dream of mine, but at this point it's the only thing I know how to do."
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"I... dunno if I wanna call it civil unrest. The bombing weren't, or at least not local unrest," he begins, fixing a point of the opposite wall with a thoughtful stare for a moment, before looking at Daniel to try and explain. "I mean - alright, so the IRA was basically this terrorist group that wanted Northern Ireland to be part of Ireland rather than the United Kingdom, right? So the specific targeting of Manchester was pretty random. It wasn't.. you know, a constant thing, it wasn't a big part of my childhood or anything."
He drains the last of his coffee and leans forward for a moment to set the cup down. "But... I can't really say it was a great place to grow up, especially if you were poor. Middle of a recession, crazy amounts of unemployment. Gangs, drugs... Everyone and their bloody mam seemed to own a gun 'round where I lived." Slight exaggeration maybe, but it did feel like that sometimes. He shrugs, and looks down at his hands, anxiously fiddling a little. "Believe it or not, being a drug dealer wasn't exactly a childhood dream of mine, but at this point it's the only thing I know how to do."