[there's another chin tuck and a slight pulling back when her hand comes near him again this time. Aversion to touch is quietly obvious. His scowl is reactive. His answer comes out gruff.]
Not everyone's the same. Some people are monsters.
[and then his head lifts and he looks around the empty courtyard.]
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Not everyone's the same. Some people are monsters.
[and then his head lifts and he looks around the empty courtyard.]
Why aren't there any other people here?