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Damascus snorted a little at this observation and tried not to wet Engel's shoulder as the tears kept sliding down his face. Some vague part of him whispered through the ...

Damascus squeezed Engel tight, not attempting to fight the tear that slipped down his cheek. "You loohk mush helltheyir." He whispered against his old friend's shoulder, a chuckle riding against ...

The name Engel had sparked something in Damascus' memory. Engel was the name of his first human friend, a fond memory that he often recalled. And Edward had said... six ...

Dante straightened a little at the voice, and turned to stare at the screen. She knew that the ghost had most likely been a hologram! "We hear you loud and ...

Damascus tuned out the conversation, enraptured by the fragrant smell of the square. Boris had been consuming the white puff earlier, and they seemed to be categorized on the table ...

Damascus squinted at Wilson, thinking hard. Pretty, as in... beautiful? He considered beautiful a gender-neutral adjective, since he found all humans vastly interesting and full of beauty- it was the ...

"Oh- is that what you call this place? Prussia?" Damascus looked at Boris, testing out the word for confirmation. It was good, at least, that someone knew where they were. ...

Damascus glanced around, wondering why all the fuss was being made about James' virginity. Honestly, he veiwed James keeping his virginity this long as sort of an impressive accomplishment, not ...

Damascus' eyes widened, and he looked between the two crying boys, at a loss at who he should focus on comforting. It seemed that John Watson already had James to ...

Damascus only watched and listened to Kratzer tell parts of his sad past. For once since he had started drinking, he couldn't think of anything to say. He debated walking ...

Damascus glared at Boris, knowing that he was being made fun of. "It's just Damascus." He stated firmly. After a few moments staring at the other boy, he softened a ...

"Oh!" He started again, realizing that he hadn't given his name, "I'm called Aag-" he paused. Aagares was the name they had given him. It had marked him for his ...

He frowned and nodded seriously to match Engel's intensity, but in reality, he didn't care much how he had started to understand chant-speak, only that it was very convenient now ...

He looked at John Watson and James in turn, silently mouthing each of the names in fascination. Then he looked over at the spector-looking boy sitting at the fire and ...

One of the boys talked in English- he was able to pick up on that. However, the other one seemed to also speak in chant-speak... except that he could understand ...