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He can feel the anger oozing from the man, and he winces slightly at the harsh breath. There's a pause before Midar gives an answer, and when he does it's slightly unsteady. I'm sorry, He murmurs, feeling guilty and nervous in equal measures. He presses a little closer, hoping to offer some comfort though he can't seem to figure out how Midar feels about being touched. I understand — there are a lot of things I don't remember about my life. He admits after several beats, suddenly wondering if this is what has drawn them together. Maybe they knew each other before — maybe this is important somehow.