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Orange eyes search their face as they try to find their words. When the words come out, a frown creases his mouth.

Adapt his speech. The prospect makes his gut twist in resistance.

Avicus taught him to speak. Her way was the right way. And moreso, the boy believed himself to have inherited something from her that made his speech similarly garbled as hers.

And there was no changing biology.

In a strange way he found a familial sense of pride in it, in being her echo. He was alone in this way—special.

There’s a small part of him that realizes there’s merit to the Ulfr’s sentiment. Would it be worth the try? However it was still a battle of heart against mind. It is a very pertinent dilemma for the boy.

Tight-lipped, he stares at them blankly.

Finally he breaks his silence.

Lilia ih Behherker. Ih never htopped ‘er. Augur doehhn’ even talk ah all. He says, unable to swallow his opposition, which bubbled in his throat like bile.