[Berserker tilts his head at the turtle. As he does, the turtle bobs its head almost as if it is saying 'yes.']
I think he likes that name. He will be Nestor.
[He gently strokes the turtle on the head once more and then sets it free to wander the floor again.]
My brother...doesn't wish to give me a new name. He wants to find my old one. My real one. It has to be somewhere...
[It had hurt to find out that not even his brother knew his name, but Berserker could not blame Diarmuid for that. Aengus had been the one to mess with his memory, and he would not trade knowing his name for his brother's sanity.
Madness...is not suited for one such as his Little Hawk.]
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[Berserker tilts his head at the turtle. As he does, the turtle bobs its head almost as if it is saying 'yes.']
I think he likes that name. He will be Nestor.
[He gently strokes the turtle on the head once more and then sets it free to wander the floor again.]
My brother...doesn't wish to give me a new name. He wants to find my old one. My real one. It has to be somewhere...
[It had hurt to find out that not even his brother knew his name, but Berserker could not blame Diarmuid for that. Aengus had been the one to mess with his memory, and he would not trade knowing his name for his brother's sanity.
Madness...is not suited for one such as his Little Hawk.]