Maybe not, Wrench weighs thoughtfully. All things considered, you could've gotten worse. He's not sure he trusts the Oracle at all. After his encounter and hearing about the bad fortune of others who approached her similarly, Wrench is inclined to think they all got taken for a ride. Played for the amusement of some unseen force that watches over them all. The photograph might be the first thing to throw a kink in that theory, but it's likely to take a lot of convincing before he gives it another shot.

He looks pretty innocent to me. It may not be the kind of reassurance that does Saxsice much good, but Wrench isn't inclined to offer too many placating words where they haven't been requested. If there's anyone in a position to comment on why they're all here or what it's for, he doesn't think it's him. But he does hold out his good hand, wiggling his fingers at the woman like he expects she might just hand over the photograph for his curious perusal.

Until she mentions the pools, and the visions they shared. You saw mine too? For a moment, it seems this hadn't occurred to Wrench, and the realization now might make him blanch. He frowns uncomfortably and considers his injured hand like it's the most interesting thing in the world.