I looked at John coldly. He was one of us, but this very same man looked so… unlike himself.
He grabbed the bars, excited. “Get me out of here, buddy! This place stinks, dammit! See those b*stards? They kicked me around when I got here, but now that you’re here… Hm?” He clutched my shirt curiously. “Odd. This isn’t what Inner Disciples wear.”
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