Wilhelm looks up with a grin, also familiar enough by now. His expression twists funny as Lucifer tosses the package over to him, as if to ask what the hell is this? Of course, the quickest way to answer that question is to pull it open.
"Thanks," he tosses back before he even knows what it is.
When the bit of fabric falls away to reveal the little crystal turtle inside, he's not put out at all. Curiosity lights his face as he lifts it up for examination. Wilhelm hadn't joined the expedition to rescue the turtle. Everybody had already found a group, it seemed, and he was reluctant to advertise the fact that he might actually be a loser.
"Cool." This pronouncement is for the lightning crackling within the turtle's crystal body. Then he finds the marks etched onto the bottom. "What are these for?"
They remind him, in intention if not shape, of Wanda's runes, which he'd once carefully copied onto a scrap of paper and kept in his pocket. It's still floating around in a jacket or pair of pants somewhere. He's reassured to rediscover it every now and then.
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"Thanks," he tosses back before he even knows what it is.
When the bit of fabric falls away to reveal the little crystal turtle inside, he's not put out at all. Curiosity lights his face as he lifts it up for examination. Wilhelm hadn't joined the expedition to rescue the turtle. Everybody had already found a group, it seemed, and he was reluctant to advertise the fact that he might actually be a loser.
"Cool." This pronouncement is for the lightning crackling within the turtle's crystal body. Then he finds the marks etched onto the bottom. "What are these for?"
They remind him, in intention if not shape, of Wanda's runes, which he'd once carefully copied onto a scrap of paper and kept in his pocket. It's still floating around in a jacket or pair of pants somewhere. He's reassured to rediscover it every now and then.