For better or worse, Ren knows the smell of blood.
Back home, he'd have minded his own business about it. But he's never once smelled it here, just out in the open like this; the cognitions don't attack each other like that, don't make each other bleed. So something is weird. Someone is hurt, maybe, or someone is hurting others. Caradoc stirs in his mind, grim and quiet, watching through his eyes. He draws his Evoker and (like a dog, he thinks sourly) follows the scent.
He's not expecting to find Amada, and definitely not in the state he's in. He pauses for a split second, startled, then shoves his Evoker back into his jeans and approaches. When he's close enough to speak, but hopefully not close enough to register as a danger, he says, "Hey, man. What happened?"
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Back home, he'd have minded his own business about it. But he's never once smelled it here, just out in the open like this; the cognitions don't attack each other like that, don't make each other bleed. So something is weird. Someone is hurt, maybe, or someone is hurting others. Caradoc stirs in his mind, grim and quiet, watching through his eyes. He draws his Evoker and (like a dog, he thinks sourly) follows the scent.
He's not expecting to find Amada, and definitely not in the state he's in. He pauses for a split second, startled, then shoves his Evoker back into his jeans and approaches. When he's close enough to speak, but hopefully not close enough to register as a danger, he says, "Hey, man. What happened?"