[How do you know my name? asks the child he once pulled from the gutter. For once, Crawford can't say he appreciates the irony of the situation.]
It's a Talent.
[He tries, which is neither here nor there, but even he feels like that's an unsatisfactory answer, and one he knows Nagi won't except. Nagi's always been too perceptive of a child; one concerned with facts and truths. If only he could be afforded such things in his current state....
Crawford forgoes the broom, leaning it against the wall, and uses his now free hand to straighten his glasses.]
Also, I know Schuldig.
[He tries again, uncharacteristically coping out, and slightly annoyed that that ended up being his fallback.]
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It's a Talent.
[He tries, which is neither here nor there, but even he feels like that's an unsatisfactory answer, and one he knows Nagi won't except. Nagi's always been too perceptive of a child; one concerned with facts and truths. If only he could be afforded such things in his current state....
Crawford forgoes the broom, leaning it against the wall, and uses his now free hand to straighten his glasses.]
Also, I know Schuldig.
[He tries again, uncharacteristically coping out, and slightly annoyed that that ended up being his fallback.]