Sure. [Wrench has the good sense to look sheepish when he realizes he's practically interrogating the woman. It's been this way with virtually everyone he's met. They're all so interesting, their stories a fascination to the man who has been a long time surviving on only the barest scraps of human interaction. Before Deerington, conversations were few and far between. Those in American Sign Language were almost entirely nonexistent. It's another thing this place has given him that he can't discount: the ability to be among and with people in a way that's eluded him since childhood.
He guides them to a table and settles in. Much as his stomach still begs for food, Wrench's natural tendency to go without is a strong thing, and the questions seem more pressing.]
That seems true with everyone I've met so far. Either you have it, or you don't. You can be taught how to control it, but only if you were already born magic.
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He guides them to a table and settles in. Much as his stomach still begs for food, Wrench's natural tendency to go without is a strong thing, and the questions seem more pressing.]
That seems true with everyone I've met so far. Either you have it, or you don't. You can be taught how to control it, but only if you were already born magic.