[He expected strong reactions, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to worry a bit anyhow. He watched, keeping back and not moving from the wall, but he tried to be soothing. Soothing Skye was so much easier then soothing a broken minded brainwashed 90 something year old assassin...]
I know what your name is, or what your designations have been, but... What would you like me to call you?
[It's his choice. He's trying to give him that kind of freedom to choose]
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I know what your name is, or what your designations have been, but... What would you like me to call you?
[It's his choice. He's trying to give him that kind of freedom to choose]