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Grian had been minding his own business when he heard a crash.
"ᓭ⍑𝙹𝙹ℸ." He heard someone mutter. 'Shoot'
Grian felt his wings puff up in anxiety.
No one on the server knew galactic as far as he knew.
He rushed to where the crash was only to find Xisuma pushing a chest back up.
"X..?" Xisuma knew galactic?
He jumped slightly and turned to Grian.
"Sorry about that G, I accidentally knocked over your chest." He laughed.
Grian's expression was blank as he stared at his admin.
Galactic was an almost dead language, almost only spoken by Watchers.
How did Xisuma know it?
Grian felt his feathers puff up more.
"Grian are you okay?" Xisuma broke the silence.
He clearly noticed something was wrong.
"Y-you know Galactic." Grian stuttered and looked at Xisuma with confusion and fear.
Xisuma froze.
"You know Galactic too?"
They stared for a moment.
Grian felt his hands tremble.
"O-only Watchers know Galactic.." Grian stuttered in fear.
Xisuma's eyes widened behind his helmet.
How did Grian know what Watchers are?
"Grian.. calm down."
Grian began to step backwards and shook his head.
"No, nonononononono. This can't b-be happening." Grian felt tears begin to build up but he blinked them back.
Xisuma reached his hand to grab Grian and explain.
"Grian I'm not one of them." He said calmly.
Grian flinched.
"B-but- I-I, you" He stared at Xisuma's in fear and distrust.
"I promise.." He said softly.
Grian rushed forward and clung to Xisuma, trying to cover himself with his wings.
Tears were falling down his cheeks before he could stop them.
They stayed like that until Grian calmed down.
"H-how.."
He sighed.
"I was forced to become a Watcher and when I escaped I joined HermitCraft, since it is supposed to be safe from Watchers."
He looked at Xisuma and guilt filled his eyes.
He shouldn't have panicked and made Xisuma feel bad.
"X?"
"Yes?"
"I left too.."
Xisuma looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before relaxing.
'Thank you for trusting me Grian'

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