<span style="font-style: italic">'A Syker?'</span>Alex thought, feeling a twinge of irritation. Not at the boy, nor at Sykers in general, but how people<span style="font-style: italic">treat</span>Sykers. The way he sees it, Syker or not, a person is still a person. All the needless hate aimed at Sykers for no reason beyond the fact they are different, or have powers without a Nuke, it all just pisses him off. So, it was without a second thought that he patted a hand down onto the young Syker's shoulder, not putting so much strength into it to hurt or anything, but enough to make him pause. "Kid, I don't give a shit about you being a Syker. All I'm seeing when I look at you is a kid that needs help, someone to hold out a hand to you," he told him. "I have no idea why Girien would know your name, but at most, he was targeting you and I have no idea why."<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath to calm down a little, he lowered himself to the kid's level. "A kid shouldn't be having to go through all of this alone, he shouldn't have to look for his brother alone either. I travel from town to town anyway, so there's nothing keeping me from being there for you. Don't," he said firmly, seeing the brown-haired boy open his mouth, most likely to try and say he 'didn't want to be a bother' or something along those lines, "try and dissuade me. Don't claim it would be a bother. You need someone, and I intend to be that someone." Keeping his lone eye on him, the courier let his firm gaze soften somewhat. "I'm Alexander Leons, Alex for short. And you?"