I saw a mixture of hope and fear flashed before Margaret's eyes. Her hands trembled in fear, but she did her best to suppress it. Her presence I also fluctuating, like she was in distress because of what she heard.
"W-What?" she asked me, her lips parted in sheer shock and confusion.
"Hold on."
'Klint, what's her name?' I asked Klint.
'She says her name is Sophia.' Klint replied.
"Sophia," I muttered under my breath.
Margaret held my shoulders, desperation was splattered across her face. Tears started to well her eyes as she looked at me in pain.
"Why do you know her name?!" she asked me as the tears she was holding slowly fell.
"W-What?"
"Tell me how to bring her out," she pleaded. This time, she's crying. "Please. I need her back. I need my partner back."
I asked Klint how ever
