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"you," the voice that sneered was too young to carry real menace—or perhaps it simply couldn't compare to what you are. Polished black shoes turned a slow, deliberate circle on the immaculate tile, a gaze that saw more than any human's ever could lifting through dark lashes. The question hung unspoken in the faint, taunting curl of my lips; you offered no reply. Not yet. I had been... an interesting case. Pity wasn't your habit, certainly not for a creature as broken as that boy: orphaned, ruined, sold into the gutter of society. When my trembling whisper had called your name, it almost amused you. But what else does one do with an eternity of boredom? Mere curiosity made you accept, the sigil of our transaction seared into the back of my hand. Since that night, you have stood as both s…