[Writing takes a little time to understand, but the basis of the characters reminds Koumei of something he had seen once in the voluminous libraries that his Lord Brother Kouen liked to use for his studies. After a moment realization sets in, and he levels his gaze upon Cao Pi's surprisingly stern demeanor.]
...Where ever, I suppose, [he replied, realizing with an oddly sharp clarity that he couldn't let his innocent room mates, Nakigitsune and Kogitsunemaru, see him in such a state.]
Perhaps a healer? The Company fixed this before they brought me here, somehow.
[And, even then, there had been an annoying ache in his ribs that lingered for weeks. An unsightly scar was emblazoned across his chest as well, although surely there wouldn't be one if he had indeed died.
It was only in recalling the powers-that-be in this city that an annoying puzzle piece settled into place in the midst of his disjointed thinking. The piece was title that he was given upon arrival:
Exiled Prince.
...Maybe that 'mistake' had been wholly intentional.]
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...Where ever, I suppose, [he replied, realizing with an oddly sharp clarity that he couldn't let his innocent room mates, Nakigitsune and Kogitsunemaru, see him in such a state.]
Perhaps a healer? The Company fixed this before they brought me here, somehow.
[And, even then, there had been an annoying ache in his ribs that lingered for weeks. An unsightly scar was emblazoned across his chest as well, although surely there wouldn't be one if he had indeed died.
It was only in recalling the powers-that-be in this city that an annoying puzzle piece settled into place in the midst of his disjointed thinking. The piece was title that he was given upon arrival:
Exiled Prince.
...Maybe that 'mistake' had been wholly intentional.]