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Dendera was unsure of how to respond to what the girl had said. It sounded so harsh but she sounded so shaken by it. He was sure the world couldn't be as bleak as she painted it with those words. After walking a few more moments with her in contemplative silence he finally spoke up again, his eyes on the street ahead of them, "There are good people out there." he said in a firm confidence, like a promise to the both of them that the world wasn't so bad, that not everyone was like those men that assaulted her.

When he looked to her again it seemed that her hair had fallen, taking shape around her body. The hair tie must have fallen out somewhere along the way, it had been very loose on her hair. Either she hadn't noticed or she just didn't care about the loss of the tie. "I..think you lost your hair tie." he said with a short pause, unsure if she had realized it or not.

Before she had much chance to respond or protest he gently turned her to him by her shoulders, stopping her from walking further just for a moment. He pulled a hair tie that was a pale gold in color from his own pony tail, ebony locks tumbling down thick and bundled as they came undone. Once he had the hair tie out of his own long hair he slipped it over his fingers and reached out, smoothing her hair up into a ponytail, this one less loose than her previous one, tying it with the pale yellow hair tie. "There. You can keep it, I have plenty." he said with a smile as he released her so that she could continue walking, unsure of how much farther her home was.

Dendera frowned at her response. He couldn't think so negatively of people, he was more optimistic than most could be he supposed. He understood that there were bad people in the world, but felt that there were more kind hearted people out there, perhaps misunderstood, but kind hearted. "Maybe you just haven't been around the right group of people." he suggested, a small smile making its attempts to show on his face once more, persistent optimism.

He hadn't caught the lie when she told him that she hadn't noticed her hair falling. It was a small one and so not one that anyone would look for. He thought nothing of it. He personally preferred to wear his hair up most of the time for the simple fact that his hair was so long and could become rather annoying after too long of having it down. There were however some few occasions where down was the preference, those more private situations.

Once her hair was back up though, this time better than she'd had it before, Dendera turned his attention back to where they were walking. "Is it much farther?" he asked her, just to remind her that he couldn't lead them because he didn't know where she lived. He wore that warm assuring smile though to be sure she knew that he was one of those kind-hearted people that wouldn't hurt her.

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Dendera very seldom felt a need for negative thinking, thoughts like that just brought you do farther so it was better to just think the best of things even if they looked bleak for the time being. He supposed that was why he had a seemingly undying optimism that lit the paths he walked in his life. He figured that this girl must have been through a whole lot for her to be left with little to no optimism about the world around her like this. But he wouldn't force her to see the world his way, to each their own after all.

When the dark-skinned male let down his long hair he noticed a faint pink rise in the girl's face, noticeable even in the scant lighting because of his porcelain complexion. The umbreon wasn't sure what had embarrassed her really but commented regardless, "You're blushing~" he chimed, lightly brushing a fingertip across one of her rosy cheeks.

But it seemed that the light-hearted mood was over when suddenly he found himself being clung to for safety. He looked ahead to where her eyes had roamed, all that he saw was a group of fairly shady men but nothing more. "What's wrong?" he asked with concern in his tone as he stared down at the absol. His eyes traveled back to the men for a moment, but seeing nothing wrong, turned his attention to her once more. "You alright?" he asked, halting in his steps.

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Dendera just gave a soft laugh to the girl's stuttering response. He was fairly certain he had gotten this sort of reaction from people before but it never really clicked to him that it may be a sign of attraction. The umbreon very seldom thought about relationships or the possibility of them, he was far less sexually driven than the stereotypical male. He was more driven to succeed in his ventures and excel at his talents which often left his social life lacking, strictly having friends over the internet connection of his xbox and more recently his friend Silas that had started coming around.

It was, however, apparent to him that the young girl was rather shy. He couldn't exactly blame her though. Who wouldn't be after having an experience like she'd had in the alleyway? He didn't know if it was over that or just a personality trait for her though. He gave a small nod to her once his soft laughter had ended, to assure her that yes her cheeks were quite red at this point.

Dendera didn't really mind that she had begun to cling to his arm, if it comforted her then it didn't bother him. He wasn't particularly used to having someone on his arm but it wasn't unpleasant. Her eyes seemed to remain plastered to the shady group of men and so when one looked to her, the umbreon looked back at him. They didn't seem to be making a move for her, but something did have her really spooked so Dendera just gave that 'Back off.' look as they passed by. And just as quickly, the men disappeared from sight. "Then why are you so scared?" he asked looking down at her once more after she spoke up. He knew there was something to it, but apparently the girl didn't really want to talk about it.

Dendera had completely missed that Sin had caught him giving a harsh look to the men that passed by. He had figured she wouldn't catch it and they would either stay away from the girl that was apparently frightened by them, or they would confront Dendera at which point he could confront them about the scared absol. It was better though that they didn't make a confrontation and instead just disappeared into the crowd of nameless people, each going their own way, to their own destinations, at their own paces.

It seemed that the girl at his side was relaxing more now, the discomfort having walked away and the embarrassment from his statement seeming to subside. She still wore that faint blush but it was assumed that it would also fade in the moments to come. After a heavy sigh and some walking in silence between them it seemed that Sin was finally ready to answer the umbreon's question. As she spoke up he could tell that the memory had scarred her, that it was a painful story to tell. He could relate to that, some stories were just so bad that telling them made them hurt just that much more. Those were the stories that were easier to lock away than get off your chest.

The story was absolutely appalling, and spoke badly on society. How could such men just be walking the street? Dendera had good faith in the police and the justice system but this was disturbing. "Were there no cameras? Why are those men still out there? Why didn't you tell me, I could have confronted them?" the string of questions followed directly after the girl's story. Obviously Dendera wanted to chase those men down, to alert the authorities, but he felt like it was a little late for that now. Those men could be anywhere by the time he'd finished hearing her story, they were lost in the city now. If he did ever see them again though, you could be sure they would get a very rude greeting from the butt of Hope or Faith, Dendera's named personal hand-guns.

After her story though she informed Dendera that her life had been a series of events like that, which was a tragic thought. But more tragic in his mind was that she was to the point that she didn't stand up for herself. He wasn't sure why, it was something that didn't click in his mind. Maybe it was because he was a male, or maybe because he was raised by a soldier, or maybe living in Africa did it, but whatever it was - when something tragic happened in his life Dendera tried to use it to make himself stronger, he didn't let it tear him down. Finally he just responded with all that he knew to say in a moment like this, "Sorry.."