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It was sad seeing someone who could escape being grounded by the very things that would have guaranteed his freedom.
“Your friend is staring” he told Diesel, before coming over to me. He was so tall, he was easily twice the height of Diesel.
“Moon, this is Iggy. He’s a Zenotaur” Diesel explained, and the Zenotaur leant down to shake my hand “or you can call him Ignascha, if you want.”
“Which is preferred” Ignascha snorted at him “I hate nicknames.”
He tilted my hand in his to eye my missing fingertip then my broken arm. His eyes trailed to my Band before he dropped my hand.
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