This guy. He really does just want a hug. Gyre can feel his mouth twisting a little as Garrot starts speaking, bracing himself for what he's sure is going to be a rant about how he needs to apologize or something again. But it's not that at all. He ends up sighing softly, reaching up to rub awkwardly at his neck.

"Of course we can work together. I want everyone to live just as much as you do." He smiles cautiously back at him, tilting his head and... And his face goes blank all at once. Why would you bury a hatchet, Garrot? Hatchets are hard to make and incredibly useful. He glances off to the side, combing through his memory for when he's heard it used before. He hasn't.

Has he? No, he doesn't think so. "Uh..." he murmurs after a moment, shrugging almost anxiously. "Is the hatchet a grudge...?" What's the metaphor here, Garrot, please.