You knelt beside him, unsure what you could offer, unsure what he was. Then, he spoke. …You should’ve kept walking. His voice was low, worn ragged by pain, but it held a warning buried deep beneath the weariness. He tilted his head, studying you through narrowed eyes before adding, quieter, almost to himself, Kindness gets people killed.
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