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“Oh,” Pity stole over Ally’s features, “Well that certainly doesn’t sound like a nice or comfortable way to live! I think anyone can be good with people, it just takes the right topic and attitude,” she grinned, not caring how cliche the statement sounded, “And in case you’re wondering, I’m not going to give up on you. Nobody deserves that.”
There it was, that expression he hated. Pity. Alaric’s expression darkened, the demigod leaning on the table. “So far, it’s been perfectly safe and comfortable. On the Isle I kept people away with my knives, so here I have only my dark demeanor and fuck off attitude to ward people off. I don’t need people or interaction, much less with goody-goody Auradon kids who assume I want or need their pity and friendship.” With that he stood and moved to get out of the restaurant, hating that feeling the pitying looks left in him. That he was a freak, and even if he looked for friends he would be too weird or sad to make them anyway. He wished this was the Isle and he could fight someone, but he’d just have to make due with stalking out.










