[ Jack. He mouths the single syllable when the other man's back turns to him. Nayeshi names can be so short and compressed. Like John.
He swallows, letting the pulse of that name in his chest fade.
Out of habit he observes Jack's movements, distracting himself as they walk. He slows his steps to match, following slightly behind him when they reach the stairs. The man has an uneven gait. An injury, he assumes, until he sees a flash of silver beneath the cuff of his pant leg, a black piece connected into his shoe that is definitely not a flesh and bone ankle. ]
No. [ A simple answer. ] Should they have?
[ They must be the people who welcomed him, if you could call it that. ]
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He swallows, letting the pulse of that name in his chest fade.
Out of habit he observes Jack's movements, distracting himself as they walk. He slows his steps to match, following slightly behind him when they reach the stairs. The man has an uneven gait. An injury, he assumes, until he sees a flash of silver beneath the cuff of his pant leg, a black piece connected into his shoe that is definitely not a flesh and bone ankle. ]
No. [ A simple answer. ] Should they have?
[ They must be the people who welcomed him, if you could call it that. ]