"Thank you, again, for the warning and your kindness." Harry opens his mouth to say something further. Maybe along the lines of how he wouldn't know what to do with himself if he wasn't fighting, but he lacks that level of self-awareness at this point is distracted by the lights of Bavan.
"I want to know your name and your role, I do, but I'm not going to press. If you want, I can just give you a ridiculous name like 'Sherbet Lemon' and call you Bertie." If he had been unknown to everyone in this strange world, would he have given his true name? Or would he have invented a fantastic life led before his arrival? He could've been a Richard that worked as a, hmm, not a bricklayer, but maybe he would've said he was a teacher or worked in a shop?
He looks over, notes the mark again, but pointedly does not address it. Instead, he looks at his own hand and resigns himself to being himself - no lies.
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lacks that level of self-awareness at this pointis distracted by the lights of Bavan."I want to know your name and your role, I do, but I'm not going to press. If you want, I can just give you a ridiculous name like 'Sherbet Lemon' and call you Bertie." If he had been unknown to everyone in this strange world, would he have given his true name? Or would he have invented a fantastic life led before his arrival? He could've been a Richard that worked as a, hmm, not a bricklayer, but maybe he would've said he was a teacher or worked in a shop?
He looks over, notes the mark again, but pointedly does not address it. Instead, he looks at his own hand and resigns himself to being himself - no lies.