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He wears velvet suits like an armour. He tried being discreet, not calling attention to himself, letting others subestimate him when it suited him, and where did that get him? A trial, nearly an execution, exile. He wants to be as far away as possible to who he had been before. Loud, boastful, active, and the suits are a part of this as well. Flashy and colourful, unmistakable. He’s trying to draw attention to himself now, rather than hiding. Who he was before ended in far too much sorrow, maybe he will have better luck with who he is now.