The fish go still for a moment, then circle curiously around the words, around the suggestion of the words, and in spite of his caution, Koby is intrigued. When one reclusive Summoned meets another, it takes a moment for the past to come back -- but it does, finally, the recollection of the tall, willowy man lurking in the shadows. The scavenger, the one who comes after, the one who waits and bides his time.
Once upon a time, Koby would've been frightened of the man who'd been Wrench. But the point is that he used to be Wrench, and despite the decades since they'd seen one another, Koby is loyal to the bone. He offers a smile, remembering the words, the way they'd communicated once upon a time.
"You're just exploring, then? Seeing who stumbles across you?" There's no accusation in it -- just curiosity, echoed by the little silvery fish investigating the leaves in the man's hair. "Find anything interesting yet?"
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Once upon a time, Koby would've been frightened of the man who'd been Wrench. But the point is that he used to be Wrench, and despite the decades since they'd seen one another, Koby is loyal to the bone. He offers a smile, remembering the words, the way they'd communicated once upon a time.
"You're just exploring, then? Seeing who stumbles across you?" There's no accusation in it -- just curiosity, echoed by the little silvery fish investigating the leaves in the man's hair. "Find anything interesting yet?"