” Oh, you’re not? In that case, my bad. I don’t know why that came up…“ Faolin’s eyes widened a bit as he tried to think of some explanation. He was sure that this man was on the news at some point or another, but… Was he really? And how did that make him what Faolin considered to be royalty?
These questions stuck in the boy’s mind as he carefully answered the other, but he decided to take it that he’d just seen some remarkable look like; what else could it be, after all?
” Erm, sorta. I got in a— a car accident with my family. It disfigured my face real bad. “ That’s the worst lie I’ve ever come up with. Faolin played with the edge of his mask as he spoke, obviously uncomfortable with the subject at hand.
"Nope! Seems you got the wrong guy!”
Rail Gillard most certainly was no king, not at all! He worked for a tyrant out of his own selfish interest and curiosity, and while in his past life he had been such, that was behind him. Palace life was boring, and if he had to take a few lives to give himself the ideal interesting life he had been searching for… Well, so be it.
His life ran on what caught his interest the most.
“Oooohhh, really now? That doesn’t sound fun at all.” How unfortunate. Though he had to admit he was interested in what was under that mask. “How long ago did that happen? Ya ever take it off?”
