[His being on edge was more than understandable, given the circumstances. She was on edge, too. While the Cart had steamed away, she knew she could summon it back as soon as she needed - but she'd rather not need to. This was already someone who knew something about her in this world that only one other person knew.
And she didn't even know his name.
That, at least, could be fixed.]
What's his name? ...And what's yours. In the interest of fairness, my name is Pieck. Pieck Galliard.
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And she didn't even know his name.
That, at least, could be fixed.]
What's his name? ...And what's yours. In the interest of fairness, my name is Pieck. Pieck Galliard.