[It's pretty simple. In his world, either you're a threat, a target, or irrelevant. At least, that's the way it was. But old, deeply ingrained and conditioned habits die hard.
His hand stays ready around his knife, but his shoulders lose a little bit of their tension as the attack continues to... not happen.
And she keeps smiling. It's strange.
Something in the back of his mind mutters show off, but it doesn't mean anything to him.]
No.
[...well. If that exhibit was trustworthy, he was at one point, but he doesn't think he can associate with that. Not yet. Who he is now is not what he was then.]
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His hand stays ready around his knife, but his shoulders lose a little bit of their tension as the attack continues to... not happen.
And she keeps smiling. It's strange.
Something in the back of his mind mutters show off, but it doesn't mean anything to him.]
No.
[...well. If that exhibit was trustworthy, he was at one point, but he doesn't think he can associate with that. Not yet. Who he is now is not what he was then.]