[Koby blinks a moment, then sets his hand gently in Iggy's. It's callused, scarred along the knuckles and palms, from scrubbing decks and mending sails for so many years. He manages a small smile.]
There wasn't anything wrong with you either, you know. We were both of us just -- misunderstood.
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There wasn't anything wrong with you either, you know. We were both of us just -- misunderstood.