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The doctor was correct, I had misunderstood his intentions completely, he who cared for the boy’s life thought me as some kidnapper. The fault is all on me for being so one-dimensional, as I had not considered the doctor’s personality as I made my decisions. I had wanted to leave immediately with the boy, but causing conflict that could have been avoided is idiotic, especially when we have a reputation to uphold.

Finding my way back into the main room of the infirmary, I step find an air filled dense with suffocation and suppression. However, it starts to ease as if sensing the boy’s pained movements atop my shoulder. He finally moved, and I had started to think the boy really was a corpse, and I just adopted a doll made of human flesh.

“I wish to adopt the boy, please hear my leader out.”

Not that it would make any difference as I would still benefit in the end.

“Let me handle the boy for now, he still requires rest and nutrition.”

I could already feel his distrust in us, and this all seems to have gotten out of hand. I hand the boy to him and he retreats backwards to the boy’s rest-bed, I immediately follow behind him with leader in tow.

“I should start explaining why Kyrie was a little rough.”

Leader opens her mouth.