The Prince thought hard (well, as hard as he could anyway) for a moment, tugging absently on the side of his hat. "The Prince just went to sleep and when he woke up Mr. Auron was gone. The Prince looked for him all around the train but he wasn't there." He pouted and looked down at the ground. "The Prince doesn't think he likes trains anymore."
Suddenly an idea came to him. "The train must have eaten Mr. Auron!" he exclaimed, waving his arms madly, "But why didn't it eat The Prince or the other people?"
Despite the fact that the train hadn't eaten him, The Prince had become convinced that the train had eaten Auron. So when the man mentioned hunting The Prince knew just how to get Auron back. "Mr. Auron doesn't need to be hunted! He's not an animal. But the train ate him and so the train is the that needs to be hunted." He nodded for emphasis, sure that he had gotten his point across. He was about to say more, but was cut short as another thought came to the surface of his mind. "Your hair looks like old people's hair," he said, looking directly at Dante.
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Suddenly an idea came to him. "The train must have eaten Mr. Auron!" he exclaimed, waving his arms madly, "But why didn't it eat The Prince or the other people?"
Despite the fact that the train hadn't eaten him, The Prince had become convinced that the train had eaten Auron. So when the man mentioned hunting The Prince knew just how to get Auron back. "Mr. Auron doesn't need to be hunted! He's not an animal. But the train ate him and so the train is the that needs to be hunted." He nodded for emphasis, sure that he had gotten his point across. He was about to say more, but was cut short as another thought came to the surface of his mind. "Your hair looks like old people's hair," he said, looking directly at Dante.