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         △ — Oh if only his father could see him now, taking orders from the man
Parker had promised to help destroy. The word traitor constantly bounced
around his skull on an endless loop yet the word lonely seemed to have 
more of an effect on the boy, causing him to choose the path of the prison.
He would follow Rick for the time being and if that meant hiding his past,
so be it.

       ”Yea, I can do that.” He won’t enjoy it but he won’t argue either, not
after all the obstacles that had been placed in front of them, the struggle 
wasn’t worth it. Parker knew at the end of the day, Rick was simply trying
to protect him, which would take some getting used to. The boy stands 
from the place he had been previously sitting, brushing his hands along
his pants before looking towards Rick with a stoic expression. 
“What are you going to do?” He pauses. "—To stop it from spreading?

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        ♙ —To Rick, Parker was just a young man, lost among people he barely
knew. He constantly felt sorry for him, watched from a distance as he tried to
fit in somewhere he hadn’t grown accustom to yet. The former Sheriff was 
trying his hardest to make him feel safe, to make him want to stick around and
remain with the group. The last thing he wanted was for the boy to step outside
by himself, to return into the wild.

         He rested his hand on his shoulder for a few seconds before returning his
arm to his side and focusing on the prison behind them. He considered what he
had asked him, was curious as to what exactly he would do. Then he remembered,
there was nothing he could do. They had to wait and see what happened, and if it
was bad, they would have to adventure out for the right medicine - if they could 
even find it. ❝ There’s nothing I can do. We just have to wait it out, hope it don’t
spread no more than it has. ❞

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