Gyre watches Garrot work through his thoughts, his eyebrow rising higher and higher the longer he goes on. The more questions he ask. He doesn't understand his train of thought at all honestly.

He stares firmly into his eyes when they meet, and his expression falls into confused frustration at that last question. What if? What if a lot of things, Garrot. He has been asking questions constantly since that first night with the Wizard, and he still doesn't really feel like he knows what's going on. That's why he has latched on so hard to the knowledge, the unshakable truth, of the monsters' personhood. That's the axis all of this spins on now.

"Then none of us will know that until we've spoken," he says with absolute confidence. There is no step forward for him that doesn't involve finding out what all of them have learned, that doesn't involve him explaining all the pieces he's found so far.

"There likely will be... information that contradicts. The Protector lies. The Wizard might too. There is only a path through if we work together."