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[keenly]

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crystal.

[poleaxed]

Oi! Calvin.

Heard you was going to ol' Kinloch. Had a brother ended up there. Wondering if you could do me a favor and keep an eye out for the sod.

[keenly]

Um. Of course. Though it's empty, has been for years. Though-though I lived there. What was his name?

[poleaxed]

Bede. If they gave him a surname, it'd likely be Tanner. I know you'll be busy, like, so don't fret about it. But if you've time, they keep records, don't they?

[keenly]

[There's a pause.]

Bede? [Another pause, then a little sound.] Red hair, like yours?

[poleaxed]

You knew him, like? Were he still an arsehole?

[keenly]

Oh yes.

[poleaxed]

Good, I'm glad he's stuck to family tradition.

...Didn't beat on you, did he?

[Bede was never violent when he was twelve, but who knows who he's become, or what other family traditions he's taken up.]

[keenly]

N-no, he didn't beat on anyone that I know of, but he found ways. Didn't take any interest in me, though.

[poleaxed]

Good. Little fucker. [Her relief is audible.] I were always protecting him; he had a mouth little.. mmh.

[A moment to deal with this information. A breath. So he lived that long.]

D'you remember him at all, after the- the Blight?

[keenly]

Somewhat? He did survive, though. I remember because I think he actually got worse after. I don't know what came of him, though. Seems like I don't remember him after some point or other, but that could mean almost anything.