Notes: Written for anonymous on tumblr, who gave me the prompts Crow/Badger and "You can trust me". Set sometime before Spectre's Call, with some spoilers for that game.


Can I trust you?

The young girl who owns the market stall trusts you. She trusts that if you take an apple from the stall in the morning, but you can't pay for it just then, that you will pay her for that apple later in the day. But can I trust you?

Her friend, that tall boy with the afro, he trusts you as well. He trusts that the two of you can snigger with each other and that any jokes you might makes, as harsh as they may be, will go no further than between the two of you. But can I trust you?

That kid who practically lives at the sweet stand, his eyes glowing with affection for the toffees and the lollipops, he without a doubt trusts you. He trusts that you will always share any sweets you buy with him, that you won't horde or hide them. But can I trust you?

There's a boy with wild hair who hides amongst the junk and never has a nice word to say about anyone who's got money, even he trusts you. He trusts that you can tell a diamond from a chunk of glass, though what you both intend to do with what you find I don't yet know. But can I trust you?

If it was strange enough that boy would trust you, there's another one who's even blunter in his words and, if I'm honest I think his face reminds me a little of a fish, but he trusts you and all. Even if he thinks you're a pain, he trusts you enough to listen to anything you say. But can I trust you?

There's a girl down the street, I think she likes you, and she definitely trusts you. It goes without saying from the way her eyes light up when you walk past her that she does, even if her brother teases her for it. But can I trust you?

And her brother, despite all that teasing, he also puts his trust in you. Maybe he's young and naïve, maybe even you think that he is, but that doesn't take away from that fact that he trusts you. But can I trust you?

It seems that the trust you gather extends to anyone who set foot in this market, perhaps even to every single person you've ever spoken to. But that doesn't matter even one bit, because I don't know if I can trust you.

Then you smile and say, "Ya name is Badger now, all right?"

And just like that I trust you.

Badger trusts you forever, but the young boy he used to be, never mind what his name was, isn't so sure if he trusts you just yet.