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"Oh that?" He asked, glancing back towards the pad that he had put aside when he stood up. The face that stared back wasn’t quite as lovely as the one he imagined in his head, but then again, Pilot wasn’t that grand of an artist. Still, it resembled her in some ways. "It’s my mate, Dierdre Rhiannon", he informed Physe with a thin smile.



He looked back to the orange tinted ghost, wondering what it was that had finally claimed his life. Death was a weird thing, and Pilot wasn’t sure whether or not he should be afraid of it. "Did you know her?" He asked then, not remembering any time when she had mentioned his name. Little did he know that one of their children would later honor his name.





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