[ trust is such a funny word. such an important, fragile little thing, so easily broken, so hard to make. it's always been that way for vax; maybe because of that he's lucky that he's been brought to this fucked up place with people he cares for. or maybe, maybe that just makes it worse.

vin's name visibly makes him react, brows knitting together in concern for a moment, but he doesn't say anything of it, just looking down at the tea. ]

Guess that's the point. Place wants to suck us in, eat us alive. Split the party, makes it easier to pick them off.