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[Mytho is... He doesn't know what he is. He could put names to the feelings he had experienced in the past year, alone and confused in this strange place as he tried (and often failed) to properly care for himself. Lonely, afraid. He could put names to those, assign them labels. Not so with this new one, which had come about so strongly only

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[Rue is feeling almost pleasant in spite of her situation. She has managed to find a library, full of print books, all ancient and dust-covered. Having spent the morning gathering information in that way, she decides to step out and explore the town more, and hopefully discover more about how she came to be here.

All thoughts of exploration stop, though, when she sees Mytho. Instinctively, her hand goes to the taser on the belt, but she refrains from pulling it out, deciding to gather more information first.]

What is your name?

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[Mytho's eyes widen. He recognizes this Rue - her tone of voice, her manner of dress, everything - and seeing her after all this time... frightens him? He is afraid of Rue? Of course. He knew fear now, the feeling of panic in imminent danger, and associated it with Rue. He took a cautious step back.]

Mytho. My name is Mytho.

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[She notices signs of recognition in his face, and her hand tightens on the taser]

Who made you?

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I... do not understand.

[He's lying. He knows that, but he also knows that he has no support in case of a fight, and that he has some plausible deniability. He is one of several Mythos, after all.]