[As she explains this, his face settles into a slight frown — sympathy, concern. He has known so many men who didn’t grow up with homes, or much of a home, or who had been broken by their childhoods. What would it be like to grow up with a name, and such a name, and nothing else? A name doesn’t fill your belly or keep you warm when you sleep.
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Still, he answers that last part.]
What about the city you hold?