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[It was late last night when Ion was taken from the village, and it had been done so quietly it might have been impossible to know he was gone if his bedding hadn't been thrown around the room.]

[But he wasn't gone for very long, as it's less than a day later that Ion returns to the village sometime in the early evening. At a glance, he might just

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[seraphgoddess]

[ Her mind was so filled with worry about Mithos that at first glance of the little boy, she had thought she was looking at her brother. But that's impossible. Mithos doesn't have that childlike innocence like this boy does. He lost that long before her own death.

But the resemblance was to displace. As she approached him, she saw flashes of her brother sitting in the same matter as him. The only difference was that tears were rolling down his face and this little boy's was filled with wonderment and curiosity. ]

Hey. What are you doing all by yourself?

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[Ion looks up at the new face that had approached him and stares, unblinking, for a moment of two. Unlike most of the people walking around, this person had the same green hair color he did... which he only knew because of the stray strands that had fallen in front of his own face.]

[He doesn't speak, but he does lean forward curiously.]

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[ She inwardly chuckles when the boy leans in closer. So innocently adorable. ]

Can you tell me your name?

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Name? [He repeats the word back as though he has no idea what the word means... and he doesn't, really.]

I don't know.

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[seraphgoddess]

[ Her face gave a small frown with her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He didn't know his name? Maybe this was one of the effects of an experiment. ]

Are you sure? You know, your name as in what do people call you? For instance, people call me "Martel."

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Martel. [He says her name back slowly, making sure to say it right. This person was Martel. That was her name.]

[He didn't have a name.]

...I don't know my name.

[He actually looks a little sad about it.]

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[seraphgoddess]

[ Effected by the boy's sadden face, she laid her hand on his back in comfort. ]

Is there any friends you know of nearby? They'll surely have your name.

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Any friends? [He still seems confused. He doesn't know what "any friends" means either...]

[He shivers. Even though it was beginning to warm up these past few days, with nothing but those cotton pants on, he was starting to feel a bit chilled.]

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[seraphgoddess]

[ The confused look on the boy's face does not give Martel any comfort at all. ]

You know "friends." They're people who you get along with.

[ Her mouth tugs down to a frown when she notices him shivering. She regrets not bringing an extra cloak. ]

Do you have a place to stay?

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[People he gets along with are friends. Well, so far the only person he knows is Martel. Are they getting along? ...what does that mean, anyway?]

A place? To stay? [His ability to understand what she's saying is increasing, little by little, the more he talks. His mind is taking every piece of information and unlocking a little more with each new word and phrase.]

I... don't have a place to stay.

[It isn't until he says the words himself that the meaning behind them seems to reach him. He's not quite frowning, but his shoulder seem to wilt.]

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[seraphgoddess]

[ The slumping of his shoulder didn't bypass her eye. ]

You're welcome to stay with me.

[ It wasn't like she had to worry about her brother harming the boy. While her brother is indeed missing, that doesn't mean her acts of kindness had to stop. The best thing was to do as much as she can at the moment and hope for the best. ]