amerikanyets:

fortroughs:

[he blinks, before looking up at the other, a bit of disappointment on his lips. Looking down, his voice comes out a little sad.]

Ah. Okay, that’s okay.

I was just wondering, who named me. If it was Arthur or a soldier or something. It might have even been Mister Francis, I just don’t know…

…

’s frustrating.

I see…

[He did understand the importance of a name. It was, basically, the ground for an identity. Such was why Alik’s name wasn’t even a real one, but a supposed fragment of what should have constituted as one- because that’s what he viewed himself as.]

I do understand you curiosity… though I apologize for not being of any help…

….it’s okay.

[he sighs, a bit bitter, a bit disappointed, before swallowing down his angry and smiling up at Alik. After all, it wasn’t his fault. He would just have to keep asking, and maybe avoiding asking England himself at all costs. His “daddy” was not around, nor was the double he was beginning to trust as a father.]

Sorry for wasting your time, Mister Alik.