[ He wonders if people are afraid of this man here, or at least set on edge if they're otherwise so accepting of different creatures. Jericho doesn't feel fear, but then people have never been the stuff of his nightmares. He feels a strange sort of intrigue, which he normally also doesn't feel, preferring to pass by with largely ignoring most everyone around him -- just like he ignores the compliment to Vrenille, because he has no real reason to care. Still, it sticks in his mind, adding stock to the growing belief of his goodness, and how very different they are.
He doesn't yet open the door and go in. Vrenille isn't back, and he needs those bandages more than anything else in the room. He regards the giant -- Bertolt -- again. ] I don't see many that look like you where I'm from. [ It could be from a necessity to hide or a complete inability to do so. Jericho at least has the luxury of passing as completely unremarkable on most days. Then again, that hadn't saved him from becoming tangled in this web of hatred where he's lauded and despised for his abilities in the very same breath. As long as he's useful, he's afforded some semblance of freedom. The second that he's not, there are many ways to remind him. ]
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He doesn't yet open the door and go in. Vrenille isn't back, and he needs those bandages more than anything else in the room. He regards the giant -- Bertolt -- again. ] I don't see many that look like you where I'm from. [ It could be from a necessity to hide or a complete inability to do so. Jericho at least has the luxury of passing as completely unremarkable on most days. Then again, that hadn't saved him from becoming tangled in this web of hatred where he's lauded and despised for his abilities in the very same breath. As long as he's useful, he's afforded some semblance of freedom. The second that he's not, there are many ways to remind him. ]