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Pier. He repeats the name in his head several times over before it sticks to his memory. For how long it would stay, he didn’t know. He never knew.
And what name would he give Pier? There’s a whole list. He thoughtfully picked through it, until;
Skua. Yes, that’s the one. Rolls off the tongue. Easy not to mix up with his many other names.
And after a pause, the other man goes on to talk of his own childhood. It started as something he may hear from a tale, with princes and power and all. Then it turned to something he could better relate to. Hard work and revolution. Well, perhaps a coup was a bit on he extreme side, but the chaos that was guaranteed to come with it was familiar. So too was the red bullseye that had been etched into Pier’s back.
You would not be the first criminal I’ve met. He rolled to his paws and stood. But a prince, er, prince-like man? I can’t say I’ve come across many. Certainly not a wanted one!
Valentine raised his brow. Do you think they’ll come after you?