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Will's feeling rather happy as he eats his lunch in the Great Hall and just keeps randomly grinning.

"So show me then?"

Garo nods, quickly. He settles into a comfortable standing position, head bowed and eyes closed and is still for a while.

He's thinking. Drawing up memories.

The steel gallows, cords swinging against the bloody noon. The dark damp cell, lit all blues and greens and stinking of rotting, bones, all the waste and blood of the previous prisoner. Chains against his wrists, sharp objects, that long red line of pain. Prisoner competitions - Race until you drop; thrown in a ring and humiliated as the other convict takes his time beating you. Dragged across the ring by a foot. Betrayal, the guards from every doorway, the apologies.

Blueish-silver light flares up around him. It turns to flame, then molds to the planes and contours of something indistinct but monstrous, always shifting, shrieking and thrashing and howling.

Will backs away but stays nearby so that Garo knows he's there and trusts him.

Garo remains deathly still, and the monster (now even more shakey and vague, and quickly vanishing) eventually stills also, still shifting from shape to shape but not really moving much at all. A moment later, it vanishes out into shapeless fire and mist.

A moment later, those vanish too, light fading around Garo as he sags a little, breathing heavily.

"That's quite somethin'."

He gets a sheepish grin.
"I can't keep it semi-coherent for more than a few seconds."

"Still can call it up, that's somethin'."

"Is, I suppose."

"Aye, small steps an all."

"Very small steps," Garo grumbles.

"Takes time is all."

"Well, got no shortage of time."

"Aye, sure ye'll figure it out."

"Wish I was as sure as you are," Garo grins wryly.

"'ave to 'ave 'ope an faith."

"I'm a little short on both."

"Aye, well ye've friends."

"My last friends sold me out," Garo points out, helpfully. "Though I'm fairly certain neither you nor Kate would do that." He's not sure Kate wouldn't try to turf him out of the city if she thought he was a threat, bue he knows she'd at least be up front and direct about it.

"Willna do that, Garo."

"I know. Sorta. Mostly. You're a good friend, Will."

"Aye, well understand can be 'ard."

"S'difficult t'trust anybody. But I know you're not the backstabby-betrayal-type. You're nice. Direct. Trustworthy. I know you'll let me know if you want t'hurt or kill me." Garo nods. "Don't think you ever will, though."