“I’m not here to steal your secrets. It would hardly be worth the effort.”
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“I don’t have secrets.”
It’s a blatant lie. It had slipped from his tongue before he could stop it, and discomfort flits across his face at that -- he compensates by crossing broad arms over his chest, a finger tapping against his bicep.
They all have secrets, and his are a little more dire that others’. Solus’ gaze is watchful.
“Then what are you here for?”














