[ Fair enough. He's done nothing to earn this man's trust, and Booker can hardly blame him for being wary. For a moment he wonders why he's doing this at all - it's not as though the man's about to bleed out, and even if he were, that's his own business.
Still, he's pursued him this far; might as well see it through. He gives a nod, a small murmur of acquiescence, and steps forward, lowering his hands. ]
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Still, he's pursued him this far; might as well see it through. He gives a nod, a small murmur of acquiescence, and steps forward, lowering his hands. ]