"Ah, that makes sense," Autor starts, but then stiffens when Fakir asks his question. The boy straightens his shoulders, flexing his scarred knuckles. "My father."
Autor waves a hand and walks back to the desk. "Keep working. You've a lot to meditate on, I'm sure."
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Date: 2015-01-29 12:42 am (UTC)Autor waves a hand and walks back to the desk. "Keep working. You've a lot to meditate on, I'm sure."