The group didn’t ask many questions about what a Wight was, or what they did. It didn’t seem appropriate for some reason, they didn’t even ask what vampires were capable of either.
Because there was just something that felt intrusive. Maybe if they were all just curious humans, they wouldn’t mind, but it was hard to not see the two as, well, mortal enemies.
Maybe it was the annoying twitch they felt in their nose, that made Gary still feel a little off, but he was thankful that at least Blackjack was there.
“I didn’t know you were part of the Altered hunters?” Gary asked. “Is that why you were locked up in the first place?”
“Precisely.” Blackjack groaned as he slapped the top of his head. It was clear he was thinking about the past events.