[For the duration of Istredd's speech and the conversation that follows, Wilhelm sticks to a chair somewhere toward the back. He has no knowledge to share, no skills to offer. The best he can do is look attentive and knot his hands together in his lap to keep himself from gnawing on his thumbnail as he gets inundated with all this grim information. In short, he feel like...well, a dumb kid.
Kyle's tardiness is noticeable to Wilhelm, who is used to finding the man promptly at seven o'clock every morning for training. He has never once beaten his teacher to their meeting spot. When he gets the chance, he approaches him.]
It's not like you to be late, Kyle.
[There's a question in the slight tilt of his head.
Notably, he hasn't shaken the habit of dressing as he would in his world when he comes to the Horizon: jeans and a sweater, bright white sneakers and a shiny wristwatch.]
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Kyle's tardiness is noticeable to Wilhelm, who is used to finding the man promptly at seven o'clock every morning for training. He has never once beaten his teacher to their meeting spot. When he gets the chance, he approaches him.]
It's not like you to be late, Kyle.
[There's a question in the slight tilt of his head.
Notably, he hasn't shaken the habit of dressing as he would in his world when he comes to the Horizon: jeans and a sweater, bright white sneakers and a shiny wristwatch.]