"That sounds very complicated," Declan mused, looking directly at Aoba and blinking slowly. "Ghost?" he added, tilting his head to the orb, who bobbed in the air in response.
"He's telling the truth, or at least believes himself to be," Ghost replied, tilting his spines left and right in a gesture similar to a shrug. "I have no reason to believe he isn't telling the truth. Even the Traveler had incomplete knowledge of the forces at play in the universe. Wormholes are only just being studied in earnest. Portals, if you will. There's nothing that says it can't be true. Especially since the Vex were defeated and the Vault of Glass sealed."
"That's fine then," Declan replied as easily as could be, tilting his head back to regard Aoba once again. Just like that, Aoba's concerns were dismissed. The Guardians weren't the sort of people to be thrown by portals, time, space.
"You're obviously not Vex," Declan added thoughtfully, moving past Aoba into the apartment and looking through the kitchen cabinets. Only one glass...he'd have to buy an extra set of dishes. Shaking his head slightly and getting cold water from the tap, he returned, holding the glass out to the smaller man. "And I would imagine a spy for the Vex wouldn't be organic and would probably be held to higher standards. No offense meant, only that you're not exactly discreet," the Guardian smirked, shrugging slightly.
"If there's a way to get you home, I'm sure the Warlocks can figure it out. Or maybe the Techeuns, if the Queen will permit an audience. I'll ask, if you like. Unless you're running away from home, in which case, you're still welcome to stay here as long as you like."
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"He's telling the truth, or at least believes himself to be," Ghost replied, tilting his spines left and right in a gesture similar to a shrug. "I have no reason to believe he isn't telling the truth. Even the Traveler had incomplete knowledge of the forces at play in the universe. Wormholes are only just being studied in earnest. Portals, if you will. There's nothing that says it can't be true. Especially since the Vex were defeated and the Vault of Glass sealed."
"That's fine then," Declan replied as easily as could be, tilting his head back to regard Aoba once again. Just like that, Aoba's concerns were dismissed. The Guardians weren't the sort of people to be thrown by portals, time, space.
"You're obviously not Vex," Declan added thoughtfully, moving past Aoba into the apartment and looking through the kitchen cabinets. Only one glass...he'd have to buy an extra set of dishes. Shaking his head slightly and getting cold water from the tap, he returned, holding the glass out to the smaller man. "And I would imagine a spy for the Vex wouldn't be organic and would probably be held to higher standards. No offense meant, only that you're not exactly discreet," the Guardian smirked, shrugging slightly.
"If there's a way to get you home, I'm sure the Warlocks can figure it out. Or maybe the Techeuns, if the Queen will permit an audience. I'll ask, if you like. Unless you're running away from home, in which case, you're still welcome to stay here as long as you like."