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xx ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ ɪɴ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ.
✓ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.
You decide not to trust the stranger. You don't know enough about the situation, and you can't trust just anyone.
...
The young adult male's otherwise hopeful expression abruptly falls to pieces, though he tries not to take the rejection to heart.
"I..." he is caught off guard by your answer, and tries to form words in his head for a moment. "I understand." he says.
"That may be smart, actually." he ponders. "But, maybe we can team up later after some more time has passed."
He attempts to show a small smile, but it is so weak that it betrays the facade he's trying to put on. He was really hoping he could
find an ally in this place.
...
"Uhm, before we go our separate ways, then, do you mind if I ask..." he pauses, clearly hesitant to ask his question of
someone who has decided not to trust him, "Are you a Spirit, or a Human?"
You are unsure as to why it matters, but, you are equally sure it wouldn't hurt to tell this person; they don't seem like they could
pose any direct threat, and they seem kind of hopeless.
"I'm a Spirit. And I have some small talent with Geo Elemental Magic. But... I have no idea if its enough to get out of
here..."
"I'm Deika, by the way..."
Despite knowing well that you've rejected him, he can't help but keep a positive hope that you will change your mind later. He's
clearly trying to form some kind of makeshift rapport with you. Seems harmless enough.
► ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ.
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► ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ.
