[ There it is again, a soft flutter of a reminder. Yet, it eludes him in the end. ]
... yes, it's fine.
[ Most people call him by his title. Maybe Master is the only one who knows his True Name. ]
Would it help me?
[ He holds a hand up to his face, examining it. His skin is an acrylic black, darkly reflective in the lounge light. Clearly he has forgotten about his face... ]
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... yes, it's fine.
[ Most people call him by his title. Maybe Master is the only one who knows his True Name. ]
Would it help me?
[ He holds a hand up to his face, examining it. His skin is an acrylic black, darkly reflective in the lounge light. Clearly he has forgotten about his face... ]