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[blindbirdboy]

"Yeah, they're real. Left one's ...hurt."

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[zealots]

Even without reading the other's mind, his psychic sensitivity is so acute that he feels that spike of adrenaline almost the instant the boy himself does. It takes a bit more effort to show the lad his own appearance, projecting the image of himself rather than relying on borrowed senses, but he hopes the effort will be enough to calm him. Often he remains in midair when addressing potential recruits such as Iggy, but the effort seems wasted on someone who already spends much of time in the air. Instead he's on the ground like a normal man, his hands spread in front of him and his palms out in a universally-recognized gesture.

"Take heart, child. I am not your enemy." By now, he hopes the youth understands that if he had come as an enemy that they would not be having this conversation. "Rather, I am the voice of a man would be the salvation of you and your friends, you who call yourselves the Flock. Men know me as Exodus, for I have been chosen to be the bridge between my people's past and their future. You, Iggy, are one of my people, chosen for a higher purpose than to migrate aimlessly from one barren refuge to another. Our meeting this day was not a coincidence."