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The two-year-old gave Valentine a look crossed between befuddlement and amusement. It was the second time he had been asked that question since he had returned; the first time, he dared to say, saved him from a sound beating. "He was my uncle," he replied, shrugging slightly. One couldn't tell from looking at him that he was related to the pirate king, or his brother. The only bits of white on him were in inconsequential places, and the yellow of Thorn's eyes only lessened the intensity of Fatin's green by a fraction. He opened his mouth to add something else, but then closed it once again. He doubted that his father's name would make any difference in the conversation. The Russian was long gone, most likely never to return. Endymion was slowly coming to terms with that fact. Instead, he continued on the topic of Rurik, whom he had never met. "Did you know him?"
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