Esteemed Senior Engineer Argyros had already begun making plans to find his Hunter.
Esteemed Senior Engineer Argyros is going to help Cassius reunite with them.
Cassius is practically vibrating in his skin at the news, his worms writhing almost violently in their excitement (he does not notice how loud he has become, how the drone of him bounces off of the tighter confines of the elevator. Doesn’t even realize he’s loosening in places until he feels himself wobble. It takes effort to control himself, but he does. He does). He almost takes a step forward, before the elevator jerking to life keeps him in place.
“Yes, Esteemed Senior Engineer Argyros, it would be my pleasure to help you,” he says, almost blurting out the words for all that a monster can. There’s a hint of pride in his tone as he folds his hands together (squeezes the popping seams closed so they may heal). “My Hunter is difficult to track without my Garden, but you seem to be very capable, Esteemed Senior Engineer Argyros. I am fortunate to have found you.”
And he is, is he not? There are so little monsters in the world, even less that are kind. Cassius feels… lucky, he thinks is the word. Lucky to have found such a companion so far from his home.
(Grateful, even, to the force that had put him here in the first place.)
Esteemed Senior Engineer Argyros is not the Hunter, no, could never be the Hunter, but Cassius enjoys his company all the same. As the numbers above the elevator doors change and change and change, Cassius settles in just a little bit closer to his fellow monster.
(Away from the elevator, floors and floors and halls away where the shadows are thicker, the machinery louder, a man goes missing. No one is around to hear him scream.
Cassius was right, of course. His Hunter does not leave a trace.)
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Esteemed Senior Engineer Argyros is going to help Cassius reunite with them.
Cassius is practically vibrating in his skin at the news, his worms writhing almost violently in their excitement (he does not notice how loud he has become, how the drone of him bounces off of the tighter confines of the elevator. Doesn’t even realize he’s loosening in places until he feels himself wobble. It takes effort to control himself, but he does. He does). He almost takes a step forward, before the elevator jerking to life keeps him in place.
“Yes, Esteemed Senior Engineer Argyros, it would be my pleasure to help you,” he says, almost blurting out the words for all that a monster can. There’s a hint of pride in his tone as he folds his hands together (squeezes the popping seams closed so they may heal). “My Hunter is difficult to track without my Garden, but you seem to be very capable, Esteemed Senior Engineer Argyros. I am fortunate to have found you.”
And he is, is he not? There are so little monsters in the world, even less that are kind. Cassius feels… lucky, he thinks is the word. Lucky to have found such a companion so far from his home.
(Grateful, even, to the force that had put him here in the first place.)
Esteemed Senior Engineer Argyros is not the Hunter, no, could never be the Hunter, but Cassius enjoys his company all the same. As the numbers above the elevator doors change and change and change, Cassius settles in just a little bit closer to his fellow monster.
(Away from the elevator, floors and floors and halls away where the shadows are thicker, the machinery louder, a man goes missing. No one is around to hear him scream.
Cassius was right, of course. His Hunter does not leave a trace.)