[ 'Looking like I do', he says, and it occurs to her that perhaps there's an entire dynamic hidden in his tone that she's only begun to scratch at. My blood father was... is. Something else.
She remembers. A Prince, he'd said, but not of what. Whatever species Hellboy was, he was not only out of the ordinary for his world, he was quite probably dangerous, and considered bizarre. It makes several things fall into place. ]
Would you have chosen it, if you had had the choice?
[ She knows not much about him, she realizes, which is partially why she's pressing the subject: wanting to delve past the surface, to see the true measure of the man beneath. She can talk of Atlantis all day, but it will teach her nothing new. ]
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She remembers. A Prince, he'd said, but not of what. Whatever species Hellboy was, he was not only out of the ordinary for his world, he was quite probably dangerous, and considered bizarre. It makes several things fall into place. ]
Would you have chosen it, if you had had the choice?
[ She knows not much about him, she realizes, which is partially why she's pressing the subject: wanting to delve past the surface, to see the true measure of the man beneath. She can talk of Atlantis all day, but it will teach her nothing new. ]