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He hears what the man says, and he listens, but the overall meaning is quick to slip from his grasp as he fully registers those last two words. You're important. He swallows hard, his own pulse picking up as his focus centers on the phrase. He doesn't know if he truly believes it — but he wants to, more than anything. Enough to forget the last lingering traces of suspicion lurking in his mind. Okay, He says simply, gaze softening as he studies Evergreen. He forces himself to his feet, then, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. I'm... tired. His voice is soft, almost childlike in its vulnerability. He doesn't want to think about the decision he just made, or whether he deserves this opportunity at all. He just wants to sleep.