"What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
"My dove, are you alright?" he asked, helping Sunday up. That had startled him a little. He hoped Sunday hadn't broken his nose.
"My dove, are you alright?" he asked, helping Sunday up. That had startled him a little. He hoped Sunday hadn't broken his nose.
After all, Argenti had been on the Express before; perhaps some of the Nameless rubbed off on him so he could see Misha.
After all, Argenti had been on the Express before; perhaps some of the Nameless rubbed off on him so he could see Misha.
"It's the colors, I think," the knight replied, "Reminds me of a boy I once saw.
"It's the colors, I think," the knight replied, "Reminds me of a boy I once saw.
Argenti was no prince by blood but he had a knightly heart and hopefully that was good enough.
Argenti was no prince by blood but he had a knightly heart and hopefully that was good enough.
"Hm... why does he look sort of familiar?"
Misha...?
"Hm... why does he look sort of familiar?"
Misha...?
"Shall I give you another hint then? He has the most beautiful golden eyes I have ever seen."
There, enough of a hint but not to much in Argenti's opinion.
"Shall I give you another hint then? He has the most beautiful golden eyes I have ever seen."
There, enough of a hint but not to much in Argenti's opinion.
"Mr. Boothill is a fine and honorable gentleman, but no, it's not him," he said with a shake of his head,
"Mr. Boothill is a fine and honorable gentleman, but no, it's not him," he said with a shake of his head,
"Only if you want to though, of course."
"Only if you want to though, of course."
He had to travel so much, leave so many places behind...
He had to travel so much, leave so many places behind...