[ he nods, a bit hesitant, thinking of something far off. ]
Siblings... always the way...
[ the memories are fresh, roving free, and percy curls his fingers into his palm. ] Strange bubbles these are, it. They want for nothing save to... strangely strip from you such private things.
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Siblings... always the way...
[ the memories are fresh, roving free, and percy curls his fingers into his palm. ] Strange bubbles these are, it. They want for nothing save to... strangely strip from you such private things.