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Her mouth twitched in something of a bittersweet smile, thinking about the kinds of mischief the other kids had already gotten up to in their short time — and the anger that seemed to infect so many of those who remained. She cast her gaze down, watching the kid. His wide-eyed reaction as Tyr leaned down, the infectious giggle. She hoped he wouldn't have to know grief so young.
What's your name, then, kid?
Ah.
Bragi froze as her eyes widened in slow, sobering realization. I never asked,
she murmured, low, guilty, rendered near speechless at her own stupidity. She'd just been him Kid. Did he even have a name? He had to... right?
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