An attack was an easy target for him. No one tries to stop a savior, not until they realize they no longer have their possessions. So why wouldn't he lift her wallet as he knocked away the aggressor? It was a twist of his luck that they ran away as soon as he stepped in. A quick sleight of hand, a trip through a shadow. No risk, all reward, no /Reason not to take it. It was a nice clasp that he opened, and a good haul. But he stopped when he saw it... The /Eleventh. The /Butterfly. He scowled and burned the card right then, ripping and tearing and reducing it to nothing, then disposing of it for good. It was /Banned anyway, and keeping it would only bring him pain.
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