Reynie Muldoon

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*Spoilers for The Mysterious Benedict Society!*




Reynie Muldoon.
Yes.
That was his name.
(It's your nickname foolish child! Now, stop resisting!)

He hates that it's not.
Not really.
His name?
The machine wanted his birth name?
...
Renard.
That's what's on his birth certificate.
But he hates it.
The name just,
doesn't fit quite right...
Maybe that's why he dislikes Mr.Curtain so much.?
...
No.
Well,yes.
But no.
He hates him for so many more glaring, obvious ones compared to those, he feels he's making mountains out of molehills..
Yet,
as his birth name is ripped up from his mind and spat out to the machine,
...he feels as if his very presence is being spilled out like all his greatest secrets, as if in a special little display case. A case shown off  to the world, yet precurlly, hazy to the eye, and completely gone from the view from which he was to look at!
He had been gone.
Gone inside that machine for an hour.
Yet oddly enough.?
...
It has only felt like a single moment.
His mind is as hazy as his eyes it seems. For he can't seem to remember that the machine was his greatest enemy ...well, right after Mr.Curtain of course..
Mr.Curtain was the enemy
...
Right...?
Or was it Mr.Benedict?...
No!
The machine won't have its way!
His mind has cleared, if only slightly, to come up with a plan.
A plan to get this particular journey over with faster.
He hopes he can find one.
No.
He knows he can.
After all,
He is the white knight.

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