"Everything's relative," Melek says, lacing his fingers together behind his head like he's reclining. It's a relaxed posture, like he either doesn't think he has anything to fear from the man he's hanging out with, or doesn't have a concept of fear in the first place. "And all things in my maker's hands."
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"Everything's relative," Melek says, lacing his fingers together behind his head like he's reclining. It's a relaxed posture, like he either doesn't think he has anything to fear from the man he's hanging out with, or doesn't have a concept of fear in the first place. "And all things in my maker's hands."