He didn't flinch or react when the man approached him from behind. He turned his head back to the man with a look of scrutiny. Wearing clothes he'd expect of a council member, but if he was there would be recognition, coupled with a wild spun tangent about his innate evils.

That or he'd light himself on fire. 'Dict's still out on that one.

So he tried to soften the hard look and nodded, trying to return to the role of that poor little boy who died so many years ago.

"I guess. What is this place? Who put us in those coffins?"