Miracle's POV
Hardy just shrugged, as if my calling him weird made perfect sense. I didn't know anyone else who would admit to it so easily. He truly was a peculiar creature.
I tried not to stare—it felt rude—but watching him stand so calm and tall while I shivered like a leaf in a storm was something to behold.
I cleared my throat. "We should help these people out," I told him.
He blinked at me like I'd suggested we fly to the moon. "Why?"
"Because... it's the right thing to do?" It came out sounding more like a question.
"Oh," he said, scratching his temple. "Right. I guess that is what normal people do. Okay, let's untie them."
I moved toward the closest person but stopped halfway. My brain was replaying his words. "Normal people? What would you have done if I wasn't here?"
"Well," he said with utter seriousness, already working on a cadet's ropes, "I'd find a cozy corner to sit quietly and focus on not letting my fingers go numb."
