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I can't help but blink at your words, wondering if there's something that I've missed along the way or if there's something that you left out. Perhaps it was on purpose, but curiosity is eating me alive. "You'd," I pause, my clear blue eyes staring at you as if trying to see through you. "You'd give your life for one of us? After all that?" I ask, my hand coming up to motion towards your scarred arms. Part of me wants to touch you, touch the unholy marks left by a species that claimed to be nothing but just and righteous. The marks don't look like justice to me, it looks like someone had fun with you. Even though you and I both know that our fraternization could get us into trouble, I don't hesitate to reach out and take your hand in mine. "A pleasure to formally make your acquaintance," I manage out through the lump in my throat, a heat threatening to rise to my cheeks at the idea of actually getting along with you. "I'm Micah, Micah Riverdell."