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“Don’t mention it,” Miles said “But that is a good question. The answer? Because, it’s just who I am. If I see someone in danger, I will help them, no matter what. It’s just who I am.”

Sounds like a fatal flaw.

“Now for that…thing. How do we kill that? And what can we even kill it with? I only have my sword, shield, and several knifes. What about y’all?”

Nithair smothered a soft laugh – this man couldn’t dwell on anything except on a goal-by-goal basis. That left him blindsided to be honest.

“You know…one day you’ll help someone who’ll stab you in the back for all your troubles, right?”

The man was crazy. Same kind of crazy Alessio was – and maybe that crazy was worth something but it didn’t keep you alive.

Nathair still couldn’t understand it.

And he also didn’t want to reveal all his cards – that being everything he could “kill it with”

 

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For some reason, she smiled softly when he gave his name, swiping a few tears from her eyes.

“My father must have loved that.” She said, her voice was so gentle and quiet. She looked as frail as glass and so strong at the same time. “He…he used to tell stories of adventures, and the heroin shared your name.”

He…? Alessio blinked at lot, his eyes skating to the side. He kinda wondered what kind of stories Nithel told about him. Probably something…romantic or redemptive. Something that made him sound heroic instead of a scared, confused kid who never got to be a child and never learned to grow up.

Leana stared at the floor, her gold-brown hair draping over her face like a veil, her cheeks pinked. Standing there stiffly like that she looked so alone. He knew what that felt like…

What should he do? What would Nithel do – scratch that to something more doable – what would Nithel’s story-Alessio do? Devils he had no idea! He just wanted her to feel safe…should he…should he hold her or something?

Before he thought better of it, Alessio tentatively brushed her cheek, wiping a tear under her eye. Then he flinched and wrapped his arms around himself (or tried to, the handcuffs kinda got in the way.)

“S-sorry…” He stammered, fisting a hand into his chin, blinking.

 

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