The same frown on his own face was found on his father. Unlike him, he could see the resemblance in his father's face. He began telling him of what he wanted to know. First, was his name. For some reason, he left out his last name but he figured his father would put two and two together. He then moved onto his mother. He informed him as if he didn't care about what had happened to her. You could say that was true. He was indifferent about the whole thing. He wrote slowly, making sure Cotl could see all that he was saying. This was the only way he could communicate to him. Perhaps it would have been better if he had a pad and pen to write it down but he knew he would lose that in a heartbeat so he didn't bother with it. Writing it on the ground seemed to be effective enough. Though, he had to keep crouching down to speak to his father.
His father crossed his arm as he sat on the horse with a strong pose. It was quite different, looking at himself. His own stance lacked strength and confidence. This may never change. Cotl's cold stare made him a little stiff. He almost wanted to hide behind something. Instead, he stayed where he was with his stubby tail resting slightly between his legs. He continued on to why he couldn't speak. One by one he wrote the letters that would make up words that would soon make up the sentence which would inform him what had happened. He took notice of his father's cringed look. He also apologized. Sascha couldn't understand why he did but with that same frown plastered on his face, he shrugged. It wasn't his fault. He asked for his mother's name, with his tourettes kicking in, and he proceeded to write it down. REBEKKA REINHILDE. He wondered if he would know her by name. If so, that should be good proof to help him believe that he is his son. Though the following question would have made any normal son happy to hear, he still didn't appear to be that way. Sascha may not be considered as normal. If it was possible for him, he would be smiling as he nodded. Instead, he nodded slowly with the face that never seems to change. His answer was none other than yes.
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