Garrot just sighs, because Xaljim is only getting angrier. He knows what they messed up forty years ago, at least kinda. And he knows it turned the Protector and Wizard against each other.
"But what if there's a way to stop it?" There's a pause, and the doctor raises an eyebrow. "You've been working with Knights for forty years, you had to have learned something, right? Like what they messed up." And he's got a slight little smile, as if to say what if there's a way to fix it? But then the smile gets wider.
"We can toss a baseball around instead of those paper balls, if you want." Garrot is, naturally, very curious about what the deal is with that paper. Do they have writing? Or are they blank? Where are they coming from? Can he use them?
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"But what if there's a way to stop it?" There's a pause, and the doctor raises an eyebrow. "You've been working with Knights for forty years, you had to have learned something, right? Like what they messed up." And he's got a slight little smile, as if to say what if there's a way to fix it? But then the smile gets wider.
"We can toss a baseball around instead of those paper balls, if you want." Garrot is, naturally, very curious about what the deal is with that paper. Do they have writing? Or are they blank? Where are they coming from? Can he use them?