[that sounds- something like the idea he'd had behind his words, so Hawk nods. The pacing is somewhat dizzying, though, and every so often his eye is drawn back to the wrench- he doubts the other would use it, but it's a little unnerving.

He folds his arm, listening.]

The gods… who knows? But it doesn't seem so enviable, when you've put it out like that.

[and a shake of his head- he can't disagree, not at all.]

No. Being taken from how? A travesty if ever I heard one. We should demand answer.