[ The nostalgic spell is broken by the sound of a voice that is a bit out-of-place. The unpredictable rhythms of English pulling him out of the singsong French of his childhood. He blinks like he's waking, and remembers himself - remembers that, yes, this isn't real. This isn't his life now. ]
To my home? And here I thought you'd lived your life earth-bound, dear Prior.
[ His smile is...complicated. A little shame, a little worry, a little sorrow, a glint of love submerged under all those murky waters. He looks back, then, at the two little waifs and their boundless joy. ]
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[ The nostalgic spell is broken by the sound of a voice that is a bit out-of-place. The unpredictable rhythms of English pulling him out of the singsong French of his childhood. He blinks like he's waking, and remembers himself - remembers that, yes, this isn't real. This isn't his life now. ]
To my home? And here I thought you'd lived your life earth-bound, dear Prior.
[ His smile is...complicated. A little shame, a little worry, a little sorrow, a glint of love submerged under all those murky waters. He looks back, then, at the two little waifs and their boundless joy. ]
While walking my memories, I presume?