Date: 2016-05-06 04:04 pm (UTC)
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Voodoo watches them pack up, glancing at the man as he recounts his tale. In the lamplight, his eyes are hard to read, but he seems - oddly reserved.

"Not your fault."

It's a weak platitude, he knows that much, but it feels like it needs to be said.

He pats him on the shoulder, once. "Come on. Let's get you out of here."

He turns to Lindianne. "Need help with anything, Parker?"
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