Yes, [Wrench ticks his fist in affirmation, but his expression seems more bothered than usual. He's faced close calls before. Losing Numbers taught him the price of failure, and it's a lesson he's taken to heart. But what happened to bring him here was entirely different. It wasn't a mission, and he hadn't approached it with intent. There had been no planning for the attack.
He's always been good with ranged weapons. Firearms, naturally, but you don't grow up in the rural Midwest without some initiation to a bow and arrow. Wrench feels comfortable in that space. He has a sharp eye and a steady hand. But this fight was desperate, bare-knucked fisticuffs. He didn't have the upper hand, and surviving had come at cost.
If he had, in fact, survived. The thought nags at the back of his mind persistently. Grady died. He accepted that long ago, and there's been no evidence to the contrary. He died in that snowstorm, so if he's here now... does it mean Wrench died in the woods?
He shakes off his partner's question and gestures around them instead.]
how dare you make me cry my own tears
He's always been good with ranged weapons. Firearms, naturally, but you don't grow up in the rural Midwest without some initiation to a bow and arrow. Wrench feels comfortable in that space. He has a sharp eye and a steady hand. But this fight was desperate, bare-knucked fisticuffs. He didn't have the upper hand, and surviving had come at cost.
If he had, in fact, survived. The thought nags at the back of his mind persistently. Grady died. He accepted that long ago, and there's been no evidence to the contrary. He died in that snowstorm, so if he's here now... does it mean Wrench died in the woods?
He shakes off his partner's question and gestures around them instead.]
We need to figure out what this place is.