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It's-- ah.

[He's not sure he has the words for it in the proper language (he prefers to speak in the language of Sal Amast, though he knows full well he could lapse into the one he learned as a child) so he pauses a bit, obviously taking care with his phrasing.]

I am not-- comfortable, in hiding bodily behind others.

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[For a moment, Cinan considers that, chewing at his lower lip, one corner of his mouth pulling up and inward a little as he thinks about that, chews it over.]

More or less than you're comfortable fighting?

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[He's silent equally as long. Then,]

Less.

[Fighting, he supposes, is the lesser of two evils.]

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Man, that's the worst.

[Lifting a hand, he tucks his hair behind his ear and shakes his head.]

I dunno, I think I might make it my new mission to figure out some kinda compromise. I don't like thinking of someone who doesn't want to fight having to do it. It's not right. If in doubt, change the parameters, you know?

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[Alke shakes his head.]

That's a very kind offer, but one I would prefer to decline.

[A beat. He opts to change the subject, on account of lacking a desire to linger on this matter. He will find his own way. He always does.]

My name is Alke Deverisi.

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You sure? I could probably think up some tech so you can be more hands-off, you know? There's probably an engineer around here who could whip it up.

[It's natural to offer that sort of thing, and he says it without blinking.]

I'm Cinan Even. That's a cool name, where do you come from?

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[His hands have only ever been good for two things - working the earth, and putting bodies in it. He smiles a bit, brief.]

If my opinion changes, I will let you know.

[It's not a dismissal, it's an honest and genuine statement. Alke couldn't lie if his life depended on it - and it has, on several ill-fated occasions.]

My village is called Vaiqa. Province of Vahlo, country of Sal Amast, planet of Danye.

[It's an oddly formal string of quantifiers, it smacks of something cultural.]

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[If your hands aren't good for what you want them to be good for, in Cinan's opinion, there is always a device that can be used to do it instead. But you can only give someone the tech, you can't make them use it.]

Alright. The offer stays open.

[Cinan offers him a bright smile that's just as honest and genuine as Alke's reassurances that he'll let Cinan know if he needs to change it. At that long list of place names, Cinan cocks his head a bit.]

Huh. I haven't heard of it. This whole alternate universe thing must be the real deal.