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"Well, come on then." Talon gave Alaric a brotherly pat on his upper shoulders. He then turned his attention, as void of emotion as possible, to the man in the shadows again. "You sound like you've found something, have you?" Talon asked him with concern and hope. "A way out, water, anything? There is safety in numbers." He felt like his words were fake, for some reason. Like he was trying to... bribe this man, lure him into a sense of false security, despite how genuine he seemed. But if he knew something, the last thing he wanted was for him to leave.
"You're bleeding, anyway. If you pass out with us, I'll carry you to safety. If you leave us and pass out from exhaustion or blood loss, your chances of death will be significantly greater." This time his words came more naturally, but he still felt the... repulsion? disbelief? radiating from him. Talon wondered if they had a history.