Date: 2015-02-06 05:04 am (UTC)
unprophesied_of_ages: (grin)
He re-inserts the brass spike into his own leg, and sees an extra copy of his name in the copper. Then he takes it out, and breaks it into pieces as small as he can manage.

"And now, there's something I think you're going to want to see." He starts walking downstairs.

"When Yellow caught you, it was only by your name, right? Not by food?
You can speak freely, by the way."
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