He sat down on the bench next to Takaba, staring at the empty pool.Takaba was rather timid and was determined to remain silent until he caught his breath when Gyles suddenly spoke, “You don’t look very ill to me, what are you doing in a place like this?” There was no ill intent or malevolence in Gyles’ question, rather a tinge of sympathy and concern.“Uh…” Takaba pulled the top of the water bottle from his mouth. “Therapy,” he answered quietly, showing Gyles the long scar that ran across the shoulder.
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