[ Although, that's not strictly true. There's something achingly familiar about that washed-out blonde head and the determined little face. Flynn watches him push up and grip the sword again, his face creased in concentration, aimed at something he and Estelle can't see.
When the boy charges again, all determination and shaky steps, Flynn gets a better look at his face and his breath catches. ]
...or... could that really be...
Estelle, can you see his face at all?
[ His little charge is, in fact, taking him right on a path toward Estelle's knees. ]
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[ Although, that's not strictly true. There's something achingly familiar about that washed-out blonde head and the determined little face. Flynn watches him push up and grip the sword again, his face creased in concentration, aimed at something he and Estelle can't see.
When the boy charges again, all determination and shaky steps, Flynn gets a better look at his face and his breath catches. ]
...or... could that really be...
Estelle, can you see his face at all?
[ His little charge is, in fact, taking him right on a path toward Estelle's knees. ]