"I already told you my name, Guardian." He grins, as the mask slips back on.
He pauses. "No... you mean... civilian name.." He puts a hand to his head again. "I... I have a name.
John... Smith... is my name.
Call me Jack."
The mask fades again, slipping down to his neck. He seems lightly fatigued by the strain of the various things he normally doesn't think about.
How long constitutes 'normally' anyway?
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
