He had to wonder if they remembered him. Furthermore, he had to wonder if they thought he was deaf, that he actually hadn't heard them whispering the first time their paths had...well, they hadn't quite crossed, but passed within viewing distance.
He'd slit his mama's throat for a nickel!
And now they were working, not together, but on two separate sides with the same goal. Laughable, really.
Ah well. He might as well make the best of it. He slid up next to the pretty one, the king, the one who had so easily dismissed him before. After all, conversation was a classic way to show good faith, wasn't it? He even cleared his throat before speaking, so the other man would be aware of his presence.
Edgar eyed him dubiously. "Yes?"
"There's just one thing I want to get straight, before we leave."
"Oh? What's that?"
"It wasn't a nickel. It was a dime."
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