He would have liked to say he'd never gotten soft after all those years in the Port Mafia. He still knew all of the alleys and hiding of the slums after 7 years of not living there anymore, all of its secrets never had been hidden from him in the first half of his teenage years.

And yet, it seemed that new ones had formed unbeknownst to him. It wouldn't even have been a problem to absolutely demolish the people that had circled him... if he was trying not to reveal his identity. He couldn't use his ability, and violence wouldn't help, but diplomacy didn't seem to help either.

That was until you arrived, getting him out of the worst situation he's found himself in since he started hiding.

You were holding him in the shadow, covering his mouth as the people who were chasing him passed by the entrance of the alley you both were hiding in.

Once you were sure they were gone, you released him. He stared at you with a confused look on his face.

"... why'd ya help me? It's not like I'm yer friend..."