To be honest, Amodan couldn’t care less about his current predicament; in fact, it was like a vacation to him, but this fool couldn’t know that. He was pleased to see that Kaito had bought the routine of a struggling idiot who had not accepted his fate. His glare softened, his next action would to make Kaito feel sorry for him, if he could accomplish this, he would have yet another ally on this wretched rock. “I know… I’ve heard stories from some of the goat followers. I just left two people behind, and I don’t even know if they’re dead or alive. I won’t stop trying, but I suppose it was a tad rash to insult those who have accepted their fate. It’s not as if they chose to be here.” He shrugged and turned to the beach again. He had to keep himself from grinning. Another brilliant performance, old chap.
Oh my god, this guy was full of shit. A good actor, a great actor even, but it took more than a small sob story to pull the wool over this thief’s eyes. Hell, he’d been doing it himself for years. As it was, though, he decided to play along for a little while, upturning his eyebrows in the most honestly sympathetic expression he could muster. “I’m sorry,” he muttered quietly. “It must be hard for you-” being such a bitch-ass liar, “-to not know what it’s like back home. It is hard at first, but…maybe you’ll be able to trust them on their own, and stay here for a little while. That way, when you do go back, you’ll have a clearer mind about things.” A small smile, just as fake as everything he had just said. “Here, it might be easier if you have a friend or two.” He held out his hand, smile still in place. “What’s your name?”