[ he stares down at his gloved hands, feeling nervous. he's the only one here from home that he knows of, but if someone were to arrive.. if it were to get back to the queen.. he can't give out 'his' name, can he? that's meant to be between executioners.
instead, his glance finally lifts, briefly and uncertainly meeting phillip's. ] If you pick something, I'll answer to it for you. [ it's technically not his place to choose, and even if it was, it's cold here and he's been standing in one place long enough for what body heat he retains to begin seeping through his inadequate layers. it's making him feel tired and slow and stupid. ] I don't have an attachment to a name. [ that's not.. true. but he doesn't know this person, and he won't say otherwise yet. ]
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instead, his glance finally lifts, briefly and uncertainly meeting phillip's. ] If you pick something, I'll answer to it for you. [ it's technically not his place to choose, and even if it was, it's cold here and he's been standing in one place long enough for what body heat he retains to begin seeping through his inadequate layers. it's making him feel tired and slow and stupid. ] I don't have an attachment to a name. [ that's not.. true. but he doesn't know this person, and he won't say otherwise yet. ]