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He knew a lot of things, from reading and watching and listening. He picked up things from people he knew as well. His Schuldig's street knowledge that showed up every now and then, like a reminder of what he used to be. Uncle Nagi's computer skills, to hack into and create and destroy. Uncle Far's aim was always true, and so was his now- never off center, dead on.

He learned the most, though, from what he Saw.

Brett watched his father and chose his words. "Do you...know how you're going to die?" Schuldig's blunt way of speaking.

Crawford stared back. "Yes."

The boy nodded slowly, thinking. "Will I See how I'll...."

Amber-brown eyes turned grim. "I hope not."

Some things, Brett supposed, you were better off not knowing.