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Micah sticks his tongue out at the word “food” but otherwise doesn’t object. He fishes the bottle of sleeping pills out of his pocket, silently thanking the deity of luck that he doesn’t also still have an envelope of sensitive information in his pocket too, having returned it before heading to Senshei’s stronghold.

“These were yours,” he said, examining the bottle. “You said you needed these in the past....and you had anxiety attacks after.....how old were you when you made your first kill?”