[It's hard to take the man's words at face value. Body language isn't something he's able to take into account so he can only base his judgment on their voice and words. He scrutinizes every word and every cadence. Takes in whatever he can pull to try figure this man out. He's so focused that the sound of the man setting his cane down startles him a little.
So they had something on them, but put it down. He can't say if that matters or not, but he can at least start to take in that the man seems to be going out of their way to seem like an ally. Tension still so taut in his shoulder that it feels like it can snap, he tries to let out a breath and relax. It isn't relaxed, but it doesn't seem like the fighter was going to lash out.
He wants to reason that the other truly wanted to help, but it isn't just that. The way they talk and their words resonate in his chest in a way that makes him ache for more of it. Something about it envelops his thoughts gently as though it wants to ease all the tension out of his body. He's torn between being more worried about why that is and letting it happen.
Decidedly, the way the man speaks to him, as though they were baring their heart to him, wins out.] I don't trust you. [Because how can he trust someone immediately like that? It's impossible. Not when he has suffered by the hands of others for so long. However, he can-] But I can believe that you mean it.
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So they had something on them, but put it down. He can't say if that matters or not, but he can at least start to take in that the man seems to be going out of their way to seem like an ally. Tension still so taut in his shoulder that it feels like it can snap, he tries to let out a breath and relax. It isn't relaxed, but it doesn't seem like the fighter was going to lash out.
He wants to reason that the other truly wanted to help, but it isn't just that. The way they talk and their words resonate in his chest in a way that makes him ache for more of it. Something about it envelops his thoughts gently as though it wants to ease all the tension out of his body. He's torn between being more worried about why that is and letting it happen.
Decidedly, the way the man speaks to him, as though they were baring their heart to him, wins out.] I don't trust you. [Because how can he trust someone immediately like that? It's impossible. Not when he has suffered by the hands of others for so long. However, he can-] But I can believe that you mean it.
[A slow exhale.] Alright.