Never in a million years would she have identified that young man as Loir, if not for the hints dropped before. The Loir she knew was much, much skinnier than that, and covered in dark tattoos on most of his visible skin. She had never seen the real color of his eyes either under the screen of dark ink that covered them. His head was shaved too. Who would have known he used to be a redhead... She even wondered how he had never joked about that when he had told her a hundred times about his missing toes.
"...What happened to him?"
"You should already have heard," sighed Pan. "After The Edge was stopped, your friend and the others were captured and tortured... He was the most stubborn of all and went through much worse as a result. He was incredibly successful in pissing off his jailers.
