Credence glares at the man, there’s nothing but  hate in his heart for the man before him. Perhaps  it’s misplaced like it’d had been before. The boy  thinks that must be some measly shred of hope  he carried around. Now comes the wave of hurt,  the ache of betrayal that he’d felt before looking at  the man’s face.         “I trusted you.”  His mistake, honestly. His trust had always been given to the wrong person. Mister Graves was  meant to be different though, a familiar face...yes  but that was all. Now, Credence went to him for  help and while Graves had agreed to...now he  was giving him away, passing him off to the  ones that tried to kill him before hand. There’s  an empty promise of them not wanting to do  harm.          “I trusted you.”  It’s more broken this time, as thick black  smoke begins to crawl from his back. They’d  kill him, he knows it. He’s nothing to them  but a mistake in their eyes, a reminder of their  failures. 

“That… wasn’t tobacco? Everything feels very flat, Mr Graves.”

Credence wonders a lot about why Mister Graves had  taken him and his little sister in, sometimes the thought would rattle around in the back of his mind for hours. He’d  never ask, just appreciate that the older man took care  of them, mostly that Modesty was safe in a good home.  They were well fed, and had their own rooms to sleep in.  Modesty seemed happy and Credence wants to make  sure to keep it that way.     “Mister Graves....”  His voice much quieter than he intends it to be.     “Is there...anything I can do to help? As a thank     you, I mean.” 

“… I love you.”

Credence closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of pleasure as he gripped onto his jacket, giving a silent nod.