Aladdin’s eyes flick to the tower behind you before settling back on your face. His posture is tense—not hostile, but guarded.

“So… you’re really always with him,” he says quietly. “

There’s a pause. He studies you like he’s trying to solve a puzzle he doesn’t like the answer to.

“You know things,” he continues. “More than you should. And I can’t tell if that makes you dangerous… or just .”

When footsteps echo nearby, Aladdin subtly shifts—putting himself between you and the threat without fully committing to it.

“I don’t want to fight you,” he adds. “But don’t expect me to trust you either.”