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Devlin would calmly listen to the meeting from a corner in the room. He cracked his neck whilst checking his equipment to make sure it was properly cleaned for the day. He then heard Abigail talking about him and he smiled when she told Mitch he wasn't a risk. He sighed that a great weight was lifted from his shoulders. He couldn't say the same for when Mitch laid blame on him for Atian's betrayal, well for a possible cause, but nonetheless it was still hurtful. He was just trying to keep what's left of the other psychic's humanity intact and in good condition.

He'd climb up to the roof of one of the huts and started to do push ups, trying to warm up his body for the day ahead and various other meaningful tasks. He'd remember how Abigail calmed him down and he'd give a look of fondness whilst he was doing his exercise. He'd shake his head to try and keep his thoughts from getting impure. "That's what probably undid ol' 78. He had impure thoughts." he said to himself.