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Oh for the love of -

"You - you bastard, wait a moment!" If this terrible man is going to violate (Jon)'s privacy, Wisp is at least going to be there.

"Curiosity is seductive, isn't it, Wisp? So easy to package this in outrage and moral judgements, but you want to Know. Don't you?" It's casual chatter as he opens (Jon's) door for him.

Wisp reddens at that, the colour strange on his otherwise pale face. "I - I'm just trying to keep you from being a colossal snoop," he says unhappily.

"Ineffectually. Well, I suppose you'll have to just watch." He picks up the spyglass. "Unless you'd like first view?"

Wisp just glares solidly. "No, thanks," he says. "If you're going to do this, then you may as well go first."

He smiles an oily, smug smile at the 'go first.'

"Don't mind if I do."

He places it to his face, looking through and-

He smiles.

"You know what? I was going to hold you to your stated intent and deny you this. But I would rather get your opinion."

He hands over the spyglass.

That ... is not a good smile. It's enough to nearly put Wisp off looking into the damn thing in the first place, except - except he can't stand not looking either if this bastard is going to have that reaction. He feels a dim sense of protectiveness towards the teammate that didn't, you know, rewrite his soul.

"Fine," he says, and takes the tube. He peers inside of it - and then jolts back just a moment later. That rage had seemed physically hot for a moment, like it could have burned Wisp through the metal containing it. "Wh - what is he - what does he mean, this time?"

"I have no idea. It does seem we three come from vastly different situations, does it not?" It felt... right though. Each one of them, was just ... a sampler of what the other men were capable of being, a state where they were the most perfect. He'd have to see it again. In person. "I look forward to finding out."

This time. This time. Which implies some sort of previous tie, even if it isn't exactly like - whatever this is. Wisp takes in a deep, shuddering breath. "We certainly have three different opinions," he says. "On - on whatever is going on."

Maybe three points of view on the same thing, or three completely different sets of circumstances. Too early to tell yet.

"And yet, if we are to believe ourselves, we all decided to come of our own free will." He takes a deep breath in, soaking up the stale, wet air of the cave. "Whatever is going on. Shall we see if the fourth room is taken?"

Wisp has severe doubts about how free that free will is, given ... well. The name currently burning at the core of him. But he can't argue with trying to figure out what in the world is going on. "Right. May as well."

He moves to do just that, but ... seems it's just the three of them, doesn't it?

Gosh, Wisp hadn't given him any indication! Seems like free will to him.

No clothes, no spyglass, no extra rations... No window.

"It does seem, at least, you've the only room with a view. Interestingly enough, it seemed like something was.. trying to get you."

Rude, just rude all around.

Wisp blinks, though, at that observation. Opens his mouth to protest? But - well, he's seen all the other rooms now, and sure enough, there hadn't been windows there. Or. Ah. "D'you ... mean that spider thing?" he asks, uncertainly. He'd been frankly a bit charmed by it, despite the obvious potential for malice.

"That one, indeed. Why just..." He gives Wisp a once over, and comes up... disappointed. "... You."

There certainly doesn't seem to be anything remotely special about the man in front of Bastard. If anything, he seems aggressively harmless. Plus he'd been severely outplayed just now, hadn't he? Renamed and very obedient.

Wisp is also drawing a blank. "W - what? Me? Why would I have a - a spider watching me?"

"An excellent question, Wisp." Perhaps the creature itself is a coincidence, but the window... well, that can't be, can it? Is there other buildings? What IS outside. "Perhaps we should take a little ... expedition."

"Do I have a choice?" Wisp asks glumly. He suspects he doesn't, and ... well. He is curious too. It's likely quite obvious on his face.

"Not in the slightest. You can do it with company or you can go alone." Bastard answers, breezily. "Do let me know if you prefer the latter."

Ugh. What a choice that is. Wisp screws up his face, tempted to tell him off and just leave. It ... would be pleasant to have some alone time, but.

"Company is ... better," he says after a moment. "Rather not be caught somewhere dangerous alone."

"There you are, assuming the worst case again."

Not that Bastard wasn't going to trip Wisp into any danger they find himself.

"It could be quite pleasant outside of this competition mentioned."

"Or we could be living in a cave, with spider stalkers," Martin snaps back. "One is much more likely."

He seems entirely unruffled.

"I don't see why these are mutually exclusive." And really? He didn't.

"They - look, I don't know about you, but caves are unpleasant. And so are stalkers." Spiders on the other hand. Those are good.