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Pripyat tilted his head a little as J’adore commented on his name. He had been there? Been where? Pripyat had never questioned Geneva on why she had chosen the Pripyat for her only living son, and she had never just told him. It hadn’t come up. There had been no reason for it. It was just a name, after all. Right? Like Jefferson. Or Geneva. Or J’adore. Pripyat thought then, how Jefferson’s name wasn’t really Jefferson. It had been something else. Maluki. He had picked Jefferson after reading it off a sign. A place. Was he just a place too? "Been where? Pripyat?" It was strange to say his own name outside on an introduction and the word now seem foreign on his tongue. And then after some thought, because maybe names were more than just names after all. "Does J’adore mean something?" Did all names mean something? Pripyat had never really given it too much thought, for he had never had to any anything or anyone ever.
Ocean eyes considered the length of metal in J’adore’s hands as the man explained what he was looking for. There was plenty of rubbish like that lying around, if one only looked. Pripyat remembered kicked some metal pipes down the streets of Halifax during one of his earliest visits to the city, but surely it would be impossible to track down those now. Better to just look where they were now, in the airport. Surely they would find something. Meandering over to a pile of fallen in wall, Pripyat began to pick through the rubble. "What do you need this all for anyway? " Surely if he was going to help look he could ask that, couldn’t he?
Finding nothing but brick and cinder block in the pile he was at the silver boy moved further from J’adore, looking back to the man every once in a while to make sure he was still there. Eventually he came up with something metal, though it wasn’t quite round. It was long and hollow, but square in shape and made out of steel. When he tapped it with a rock it made a not unpleasant clang. Bringing it to the man, he felt silly offering it to the man who wanted round metal pipes, but maybe it was acceptable. Holding up the steel object his voice was hopeful, but he was ready to cast it aside and continue his search, "What about this?"
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