At the mention of other islands, Wrench nods his head in segments. The jerky motion seems to confirm that it's not the first he's hearing of this nomadic journey, but he's still no closer to understanding the purpose of it all. The words of the ferryman may have been clear, but his present reality holds no room for traveling from world to world on a redemption quest. He lets his hand drop to his side when the ScryWatch reaches the end of its translation and looks around again.

So then what are we supposed to do? Decorate? He splays his hands to gesture around the temple walls, but the expression manages to look half-futile in its uncertainty. We're rats in a cage being observed? Wrench jiggles his ScryWatch demonstratively. The face of it has shown no sign of relenting its persistent orange glow.