Hyperion remained quiet, then, eyes locked on the doings and undoings of the people surrounding them. As soon as they cleared a path, Hyperion stepped forward and took Wallander by the arm - not forcibly, just urging him forward - to somewhere a little less crowded.
"There are people you can ask. People who ain't interested in what you can do for them first."
He tipped his chin toward Wallander's forearm.
"You're marked, ain't you."
He meant the tattoo - it would either say REGISTERED or UNSETTLED.
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Hyperion remained quiet, then, eyes locked on the doings and undoings of the people surrounding them. As soon as they cleared a path, Hyperion stepped forward and took Wallander by the arm - not forcibly, just urging him forward - to somewhere a little less crowded.
"There are people you can ask. People who ain't interested in what you can do for them first."
He tipped his chin toward Wallander's forearm.
"You're marked, ain't you."
He meant the tattoo - it would either say REGISTERED or UNSETTLED.