"…So~, where are you from, Gray?" Lyra asked, her voice soft but curious as they walked side by side through the cracked wasteland.
Gray glanced at her from the corner of his eye, raising an eyebrow.
"Why do you wanna know?"
She let out a short laugh and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"I dunno. You said people call you trash, but… you don't seem like that at all. Just made me wonder where you're actually from."
Gray didn't reply right away.
He walked in silence for a few steps, his eyes on the ground.
Then, finally, he spoke.
"…Gray Vireux D'Aurélion."
He said it plainly, like it didn't mean anything, but the moment the words left his mouth, Lyra froze.
She stopped walking completely, her eyes widening instantly.
"A-ah…" she mumbled, stiffening like she'd just seen a ghost.
Gray noticed and turned to face her.
"What?"
Then, suddenly, Lyra slapped her hands over her chest as if protecting her body from his eyes.
