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  Aaron fidgets. He remains gravely quiet during the time it takes for the accused to perish, and only speaks again once the crowd has begun to disperse, their morbidity sated for the remainder of the evening.Â
   âYâyou right, butâ I jusâ⌠dâdonâ reckon how, suh. I mean⌠hâhâhow heâd âa knowed wh-who I am.â The boy swallows thickly; his hands stopped fidgeting moments ago, yet they remain intertwined out of lowly civility. There comes a thought that strikes him as both comforting and unsettling.
  âI muâmusâ âa looked li-like somebody else to âim.â
Thor listens to the poor boy speak and pities him. Which is a rare thing for him - he is able to comprehend the misfortune of another, which is often none of his concern.He wants to excuse his apparent pity for curiosity, he cannot afford to be caught off guard. At least for now he can remain visibly so. "And your visage carried him from this life, away unto his death, and to another yet again...May God rest his soul." Smiling, he raises his hands, gesturing, obviously quite sincere with his declaration.Turning his gaze back to Aaron, he folds his hands in front of him, tilting his head. "What is your name, hm?"









