[ Another trainer... There's only a small handful Red knows, and his mind flickers their images faintly as he tries first to guess who Cilan might be talking about. It's brief, the face of a redhead coming first, but then there lingers a blond, more like a uncertain possibility, and much dimmer than the former for that reason.
(after all, there's no reason to suspect that about the latter, but there's no reason to think kindly of them, either.) ]
What did he look like? [ ... ] Did he have red hair? There was a trainer I met like that.
[ Again, his image briefly shows once more. A scowl on his face-- and then an entirely different look, one of fear, the boy turning with fumbling feet, a small hint of guilt coming after it plays. ]
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(after all, there's no reason to suspect that about the latter, but there's no reason to think kindly of them, either.) ]
What did he look like? [ ... ] Did he have red hair? There was a trainer I met like that.
[ Again, his image briefly shows once more. A scowl on his face-- and then an entirely different look, one of fear, the boy turning with fumbling feet, a small hint of guilt coming after it plays. ]