[ Her first question gives him pause. He opens his mouth, feeling the compulsion to answer but the truth is he doesn't know. He thinks so, but... it's a bit easier to focus on the second question, nodding simply. Bricks knew what his father—Lord Dalton Penderyn—looked like; just like him only taller, more assured... with an immaculate mustache he had trouble growing himself.
Her admittance has him perking up from his seated position, twisting to face her a little better. The odds of one person and someone related both ending up a refugee in Nippon across what seemed like an infinite amount of other worlds seemed statistical improbability. Her other phrasing is curious too; almost as if she herself came and went. ]
She came here...? Became aware of the time loop and ended up here with you?
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Her admittance has him perking up from his seated position, twisting to face her a little better. The odds of one person and someone related both ending up a refugee in Nippon across what seemed like an infinite amount of other worlds seemed statistical improbability. Her other phrasing is curious too; almost as if she herself came and went. ]
She came here...? Became aware of the time loop and ended up here with you?