[Basch's head snaps up at the sound of his name. It's been too long since he's heard his own name, his true name, on the lips of any save Lord Larsa, and were it an unfamiliar voice his hand might've strayed to the hilt of his sword upon hearing it.]
[But oh, that voice. He knows that voice.]
[Instead he stands as if rooted to the spot, eyes widening in disbelief as his gaze settles on the man he watched die. The brother he buried, the identity he adopted and wears yet.]
Noah?
[He takes but one step toward the man, mind abuzz with possible explanations for this latest impossibility.]
Are these the halls of the dead, then, that I see you before me?
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[But oh, that voice. He knows that voice.]
[Instead he stands as if rooted to the spot, eyes widening in disbelief as his gaze settles on the man he watched die. The brother he buried, the identity he adopted and wears yet.]
Noah?
[He takes but one step toward the man, mind abuzz with possible explanations for this latest impossibility.]
Are these the halls of the dead, then, that I see you before me?