"What do you think ought to happen now?" a dry, cracked voice asks curiously - a bandaged figure, no flesh visible under his wrappings, stands on the other side of the island, head tilted, regarding him curiously.
"Not at all. I am that which form is imposed upon. It is expected you will have questions, and I will answer them, but I am neither the one who expects nor the one who fulfills expectations."
Marvelous just has to blink. That...kinda flew over his head. But...at least he didn't find it threatening?
But, at the very least, he'll start asking questions.
"Ok...so I've been given a bit of info on who you guys are, but nothing I can call concrete about why. Just what IS the reason you decided to lift me off my ship?"
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"Dunno. Seems that bit might be up to you."
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But, at the very least, he'll start asking questions.
"Ok...so I've been given a bit of info on who you guys are, but nothing I can call concrete about why. Just what IS the reason you decided to lift me off my ship?"
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