[...A child, nonetheless, locked up and alone. It's always been his weakness.
He glances at the window. Glances up, where those voices came from. And then just... crouches down for now, still primed to leap back to his feet, but more on level with the young Solomon.]
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He glances at the window. Glances up, where those voices came from. And then just... crouches down for now, still primed to leap back to his feet, but more on level with the young Solomon.]