[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…
[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…
[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.
[He sort of had to wonder why he never bothered to ask his Arthur about it- not that he would at this point, nor was it remotely possible, even. But in truth, he never even knew of Peter’s existence until fairly recently. It was then that he realized that, of course, he wouldn’t know- Fort Roughs was a fort from the second World War, which he’d mostly kept to himself from.]
Nyet, you didn’t…
[He shook his head.]
Perhaps you can ask Angliya, then?
[he fiddles with his fingers, keeping his eyes on the floor. Just the thought of asking Arthur, when the fight they had was so raw in his head, Maybe Arthur wasn’t so angry anymore, but he couldn’t risk asking anything…not yet. So he shakes his head and bites down on the inside of his cheek, chewing at it]
No, I just…
No, I don’t wanna ask him, Mister Alik.
I’d rather ask others and see if they know.
Does…does that make sense?