[It is both familiar and strange, to see that dull gaze in the young Ajax. How long ago had the light been stolen from Childe's eyes? What had done it?
The request is one he struggles to answer however, and there's conflict in his gaze now as he looks from their interlocked fingers to the boy's outstretched hand.
He'd asked this before, earlier. But the results....]
...I do not have it. It disappeared from my pocket before I arrived here.
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The request is one he struggles to answer however, and there's conflict in his gaze now as he looks from their interlocked fingers to the boy's outstretched hand.
He'd asked this before, earlier. But the results....]
...I do not have it. It disappeared from my pocket before I arrived here.