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surya, he answered readily enough. then the man went on, and every word intrigued him more. all he had ever wanted to be was better. to be something not himself. he wanted to return to the pride he felt before his world had been turned upside down, before he'd learned. . .

main dogala hoon, surya said bitterly. i am nothing. i can only be better here.

not the most compelling of pitches, but perhaps the one-eyed leader would take the meaning behind his self-deprecatory words. he needed a new start, somewhere where others looked at him with fresh eyes. no pity, no disgust. 

not where even his own mother saw within him the man for whom she'd shattered her family.

again, he waited, letting his voice die in the empty air.