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Originally Posted by Lucian
”I do not know how the man Lucian Warrington died. That was after I was painted.” And he did not keep up with those details, it was insignificant to a portrait. He frowned a little at the boy. Had he not been listening when he was speaking? He essentially answered that when another asked something similar and he hated to repeat himself. “As I just said, I wrote an important piece of legislature after a significant battle warranted it be put into action.” Now if he wanted specifics, he needed to ask. These children needed to stop with shortcuts and making him do all their work for their assignment.
What? How could he not know how his human counterpart had died? It was just him, right? Basically. Olly's brain was starting to hurt thinking about it. But he did not understand how the portrait man would not have kept up with the life of his real self. Not knowing how he died was just weird. WEIRD.
Oh, had he said that already? To be honest, Olly was not really listening to what the others were asking him. He was not super good at paying attention. He had heard the bit about candy though, because candy was important.
"What battle? What exactly was the legislation?" Did he care? Honestly, not really. But this was what they were doing in class, and it was the next logical thing to ask. So.