*No don’t,” Kieran said, putting his hand Danko’s in a semi-firm grip to try to stop him before Danko put his hand on his own lap.
Danko was surprised. “He doesn’t want me to punish myself, but Quillian would want me to. So I’m sure I did the right thing,” he mutter quietly to himself.
"You didn’t pry, if you don’t ask questions how will you ever learn everything you want to know?”, he asked. "I just happen not to answer some questions.” Kieran half-shrugged. "A topic. … You’re new here, aren’t you?”
Danko wasn’t sure what was wanted from or expected of him. He tried to start anew but the boy he was talking kept shutting him down by not answering. Yet, when he believed he did wrong, he was told not to do what he was used to. Danko was confused. He took a deep, timid breath before turning in his chair to face the boy. “Yes, I’m new and I don’t know what I’m doing here. My father told me this is the perfect opportunity for me to find my feet and discover who I am, with his or Quillian’s influence. So I try and just get more confused with how. The second person I meet, you, is the perfect embodiment of Quillian…” He hesitated. “But different. So you see my dilemma?”
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