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Sharpandpointies
While Jane and Nemo discuss avatars of techno-death, Trevor describes his fighting capabilities, or lack thereof. Krys studies the knife with deep suspicion. Given how the boy's overlord has acted thus far, they wouldn't put it past that 'wizard' to have created some sort of trapped weapon, something that would use the boy himself as fuel or a disposable body. Rather the equivalent of a guided missile, in a way: get the boy close to what the wizard wants, and the knife 'takes over' somehow. One would doubt the boy would be the same afterward...if he survived.
Odds were he wouldn't.
Still, with nothing to go on just yet but those vague suspicions, Krys lets it pass, waiting as Trevor continues, their eyes on the approaching figure. They twitch when the new body arrives, turning for a moment to stare at it with a sad expression. Some come, just like they did, but do not arrive alive. "Krys is fine, Trevor," they quietly state. "Or I'll need to start calling you 'Ser Trevor'. I'm nobody of any significance, and I was glad to have helped you. I feel it's likely you'll do something similar for me, if you can." For a moment, they turn their gaze fully on the boy, focusing. "You're a good person; there are a lot of people who would see they could do something, and wouldn't. They wouldn't even fumble."
Their eyes narrow. "And you've lost people. And you're still going. That takes bravery, more bravery than I have." Krys' eyes unfocus again, rising to lock on the newcomer. "I just don't have anything to lose, anymore."
The figure reaches down, easily wrenching up one of the dead, holding it before themselves. Krys winces again, but shrugs; bodies are bodies, nothing more, having changed from life to death. There's no sense becoming upset about someone manhandling one, and thus far the...woman? Appears to be more about study than desecration. "I don't...feel the pull you describe, Trevor. But others here do, and I have 'recently' become a tad disconnected. So I fully believe you, about that. You, Jane, Nemo and Rae...even Ván, perhaps, all of you feel this. That has meaning, and..." Krys looks back at Trevor once again, then out into the endless sea of blackness and stars. "I will help. You, Jane...without question." The smile grows rueful for several heartbeats before relaxing. "No need to worry about that," Krys murmurs, looking back to the standing figure.