[A moment for all of that to settle. Theories beyond 'we're all weapons' have flitted through his mind on occasion, but hearing them from Fitz? That seems to solidify them, give them more credibility, though he's only just met the man.

And finally, his reply is just a huff of air. Humor strained, and he pushes himself off the wooden railing, gesturing for Fitz to continue walking with him.]

Isn't it all? I suppose, one way or another, we'll find out eventually. If there's a purpose behind us, it won't be long before that purpose becomes clear.

[If they're made to be tools, well. Tools are meant to be used, not observed.

The path leads into sunlight again. A long stretch uninterrupted by the usual branches hanging overhead.]

...I appreciate you sharing all of this with me, by the way. When I arrived here, I had initially thought I'd have trouble- [A pause searching for the right word.] -connecting with humans. Fostering trust.

[He's been proven wrong more than once.]