[ Almost immediately, William's head lifts to look back to Grell. ]
What?
[ Maybe he misheard. His mind just morphing whatever Grell had actually said into what he wanted to hear. Or... or perhaps it was merely a coincidence. But that familiar pitch to the girl's voice is now unmistakable to him. ]
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What?
[ Maybe he misheard. His mind just morphing whatever Grell had actually said into what he wanted to hear. Or... or perhaps it was merely a coincidence. But that familiar pitch to the girl's voice is now unmistakable to him. ]