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She looked up at him, squinting slightly. "Basel," she asked seriously. "If I ask you something, will you answer it honestly?"
He rolled his head before sitting up straight again, returning to his work. "Do you know their names?"
She frowned, looking mildly upset as she sat back down on the couch.
He exhaled slightly. "Do you have any memories of them?" he asked, pausing to lean back on his hands.
"I don't think he would do that," she said, hugging Digit defensively.
He frowned, sitting up slightly. "Were they with us?"
She frowned, holding Digit close to her and squinting at him. "Do not be rude, Basel," she chided. "He doesn't deserve it."
He frowned after a moment, looking over at her. "What?"
She gasped, coming over and taking Digit from him. "Don't say that."
"Self-pity does nothing, Aasimar," he said, looking up at her. "You should have learned that when teaching the children. Just do what you can;...
When Anya looked up, Digit started purring, rubbing his head against Basel's hand. Anya frowned.
He didn't even look up, his deft fingers moving quickly, darting out of the way of the teeth of the incoming machines that no longer existed....
He wiggled slightly in Basel's hands, making a grumpy noise.
He bent his head over his work, going silent once again.
He looked up at her, squinting slightly while Anya went back over to the couch.
He hesitated, looking over at her. "I think it would be hard for anyone to do on their own."
"That's not true," she protested, offering Digit to him. "He enjoys your company."
He looked over at her, his brow raised. "Do what?"
She frowned, lifting up Digit and staring him in the eyes. "Are you fooling me, small one?" she asked, tilting her head. Digit also turned his...
He looked over at her. "I know Eliza better than you. I figured I should stop you from getting killed."
