I see. [He nods in understanding. One can't help but feel some small level of kinship with the others stolen from their worlds. They're all strangers in a strange land--although Louis is more a stranger than most of them.]
I suppose that then begs the question, what's your name?
[And what's her world like, if it's not like this one and not like his.]
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I suppose that then begs the question, what's your name?
[And what's her world like, if it's not like this one and not like his.]