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"Oh, well. If that's the case, I suppose the Adam-doll will remain safe." For now went unsaid, though given that it wasn't the type of doll Ludo had assumed, it shouldn't make a difference. Should it? Who knew? Masks didn't blink, but that didn't mean Adam wouldn't see it do so as it tilted its head to behold the ex-highwayman. How's it going was not a question it was routinely asked, after all.
"I do not feel the heat," it said as if that might have been obvious, Ludo gazing down at itself as Adam commented on its rags. Wordlessly the rags parted to reveal the hungry, empty void within - a ghastly sight, like to make mortals mad and gods cringe. "There is nothing under here," it said.
"I do not feel the heat," it said as if that might have been obvious, Ludo gazing down at itself as Adam commented on its rags. Wordlessly the rags parted to reveal the hungry, empty void within - a ghastly sight, like to make mortals mad and gods cringe. "There is nothing under here," it said.
