[The name scratches at something like an itch in his memories before he pins it down. He laughs when he realizes.]
Oh, heh, that old story? You've heard it?
[Here he thought it was just Krat that was obsessed. The idea of a fairytale so beloved by his culture had only made him roll his eyes and move onto another book instead, so he'd never actually read it himself. He supposes yes, it was about a wooden boy created by a man named Geppetto, wasn't it? Maybe that's where the old man had gotten the idea.]
Wouldn't that be funny? But I haven't got a clue. We didn't exchange names, it's not like we were friends. Just...helped each other a bit, before our interests got in the way.
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[The name scratches at something like an itch in his memories before he pins it down. He laughs when he realizes.]
Oh, heh, that old story? You've heard it?
[Here he thought it was just Krat that was obsessed. The idea of a fairytale so beloved by his culture had only made him roll his eyes and move onto another book instead, so he'd never actually read it himself. He supposes yes, it was about a wooden boy created by a man named Geppetto, wasn't it? Maybe that's where the old man had gotten the idea.]
Wouldn't that be funny? But I haven't got a clue. We didn't exchange names, it's not like we were friends. Just...helped each other a bit, before our interests got in the way.