( It's about now that he finally takes his knife back, warily tucking it into his pocket again. Somebody fucked with this guy, that's for sure. Call it intuition, call it that compelling sense of understanding and knowledge he gets from his svadhishthana, but he's pretty sure it doesn't have anything to do with the people who pulled them here.
Time for another, maybe... slightly gentler approach. He exhales slowly, and then, with more empathy than he's actually feeling, settles a hand on Travis's shoulder. )
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Time for another, maybe... slightly gentler approach. He exhales slowly, and then, with more empathy than he's actually feeling, settles a hand on Travis's shoulder. )
Look... what's your name?