our sins are washed away
Nodding at Milo's question, Saiden smiled. "Aye, a few times." Tension eased out of him as the memories washed over him. "They came when I prayed, once. An' last year, they let me reunite with me sister." The smile faltered for a moment as he recounted that. "More recently, a crewmate called them down for help in a pinch."
Shrugging, he scratched the back of his head with his free hand as he hitched the box up further. "I dunno. Yer young, likely looking to make a name for yerself. Mostly I've learned to be careful in this work." He felt his eyes flick towards his fellow smuggler. "What's it like workin' for Zeph? I don't know 'im that well."
Shrugging, he scratched the back of his head with his free hand as he hitched the box up further. "I dunno. Yer young, likely looking to make a name for yerself. Mostly I've learned to be careful in this work." He felt his eyes flick towards his fellow smuggler. "What's it like workin' for Zeph? I don't know 'im that well."
