"Do I need to do something?" Florian asked, his voice tinged with confusion. "I was only planning on giving him a piece of my mind."
"As in... you're going to scold him?" Heinz asked, raising a single brow, his tone laced with curiosity.
"Yes? I'm annoyed, but I hardly think it's worth punishing him over," Florian replied, his voice firm yet casual.
"Mhm. You're quite mature, no?" Heinz remarked, sitting up straighter as he placed his quill down with deliberate care. His piercing gaze seemed to study Florian anew. "How old are you, really? And do you remember your actual name?"
'Sometimes, I still think it's weird how he just casually accepted that I'm not Florian, without a trace of doubt,' Florian thought, feeling a small knot of unease form in his stomach. "I'm twenty-five, and yes… I remember my name."
"Twenty-five? So, you're older than I am." Heinz leaned back slightly, tilting his head as if recalculating something. "Do you remember where you're from?"
