[Even freezes in his tracks as he hears the name called out, one word pushing his mind into overdrive. Yes. No. He is. He isn't. But more importantly, how could anyone here know that name? And so, he turns - and stares at the black-haired girl.
Another Neophyte? Here? He's still not up to speed on everything that's happened since his death as Vexen, but - replacements? Could that be it? What other reason would she have to wear the coat?
His response is somewhat curt, though with a hint of worry to it.]
My name is Even. I would ask both you and whoever sent you to this world to remember that.
Works for me!
And so, he turns - and stares at the black-haired girl.
Another Neophyte? Here? He's still not up to speed on everything that's happened since his death as Vexen, but - replacements? Could that be it? What other reason would she have to wear the coat?
His response is somewhat curt, though with a hint of worry to it.]
My name is Even. I would ask both you and whoever sent you to this world to remember that.