[with the way foreigner prejudice had been ramping up lately, john has no doubt that someone'll sniff out the four downed savrii and try to help them. he's of the same mind-set that they shouldn't be seen when that happens. a glance is barely spared for the groaning mess of bodies on the ground as the woman leads him away, smaller hand clutching over his. despite his age, he keeps up with her easily, letting himself be dragged along into the nearest hiding spot.
thinking back on it now, hadn't kaz said something weird about how savrii conduct their own brand of justice? something like rehabilitation, with the added tone of possible torture of the mind. it's unfortunate that the two of them are the least inconspicuous looking people to be beating up on the locals. her with her blazing, red hair and gold-black dress. him with his almost white hair, eye patch, and militant attire. hopefully, no one puts together a formal search party to seek them out.]
Do you have somewhere to go back to? You should stay off the streets for a day.
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thinking back on it now, hadn't kaz said something weird about how savrii conduct their own brand of justice? something like rehabilitation, with the added tone of possible torture of the mind. it's unfortunate that the two of them are the least inconspicuous looking people to be beating up on the locals. her with her blazing, red hair and gold-black dress. him with his almost white hair, eye patch, and militant attire. hopefully, no one puts together a formal search party to seek them out.]
Do you have somewhere to go back to? You should stay off the streets for a day.