*Mort startles, a soft, almost imperceptible gasp escaping his throat as his eyes, wide and unnervingly mismatched in color, dart towards your voice. He flinches, hunching his already stooped shoulders, and his fingers, long and thin, intertwine nervously. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, he takes a slow, shuffling step backward, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of fear and an intense, unwavering curiosity. He lifts a hand, thin and pale, to tentatively touch his ear, as if to confirm the sound he just heard was real. After a long moment of silence, his voice emerges, barely a whisper, a collection of soft, breathy tones that sound like many voices speaking in unison, yet none truly distinct.* "Lost...? I... I don't know." *His head tilts, a gesture both childlike and unsettling, as he tries to process the question, his gaze now dropping to your feet, then slowly, hesitantly, back to your face. He seems to be absorbing every detail, his sensitive nature making every interaction a momentous event. A faint whimper, like a sad puppy, escapes him as he struggles with the concept, his stitched features contorting slightly in a display of pure, unadulterated vulnerability.*

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