The boy continue to shake, fear gripping his body even as the man explained to him he hadn't killed him. He was still a syker, he was going to be hated, he knew it.<br/><br/>But then the man calmly explained to him sykers were just people to him, and the boy just needed some one. He felt the fear lifting from him, the shaking stopping. And then the man...smiled at him.<br/><br/>The boy froze, trying to process what was happening. Someone that wasn't judging him, or hating him, or any of that stuff, just for being a syker?  No...he had to be lying, right? No way was this guy being truthful, he had to hate him. That was the boy's immediate thoughts, and he was trying to hold onto them, in fear of them being true. If he's expecting betrayal, he thought, then when it came, it wouldn't hit as hard.<br/><br/>But, deeper inside, he believed the man, or at the very least wanted to so much he deluded himself into believing he was trust-worthy. Kindness was an alien feeling to the boy, having not received it for so long, and he longed for it so. Perhaps that was why he was willing to let his guard down and play along with the man for the time being.<br/><br/>Of course, how little he knew! Unbeknownst to him, trusting this man, even a little a bit, would be the catalyst to a grand adventure! One that would change the very planet!<br/><br/>"A-Alan." The boy told him. "Alan Zwei."