When the door swung open Wren knew it could only be one of two people, but since the room didn't suddenly smell like a brewery he figured it was Octavian. The boy was one of the few people Wren actually liked. He'd met him shortly after setting up the shop and not long after the boy's parents where murdered. He was a sweet kid and Wren, though he grumbled about it, was always happy to see him. Octavian was as bright and sunny as the flowers he grew. Though the boy's adventures almost gave him a heart attack on a daily basis, and he grumbled about it like a grumpy bear with a sore tooth, he enjoyed hearing them. That Octavian trusted him enough to tell him the tales even though the boy knew that Wren was probably going to lecture him. He'd rather know then remain in the dark and wonder what had happened to Octavian.<br/><br/>Of course he might need to rethink that stance.<br/><br/>Wren tightened his grip on the broom, large claws sinking into the wooden handle. His eyes narrowing as they settled on the watch. He'd told Octavian about going near that damn wall! How dangerous it was. Perhaps he hadn't stressed it enough, but he hadn't thought he needed to. Octavian had seen what happened when one ran into nonmutated humans. He'd lost his parents to them, had his life turned upside down by them, and yet he still went near the wall to collect things. It made Wren want to slam his head against a wall.<br/><br/>However that wouldn't help any. If anything loosing his temper and yelling would just make Octavian become secretive which despite his thought to the contrary he still didn't want. If he stopped telling Wren what he was doing then Wren would just worry more. Not that he didn't spend a vast part of his day worrying about Octavian or Pan or Mei...maybe he should find a new project.<br/><br/>Forcing himself to calm down he pried his claws out of the broom and set it off to the side. Teeth gritted as he replayed Octavian's words. The boy's soldier was apparently nice, which made Wren want to laugh. A nice unmutated human was, well not impossible he supposed, but Octavian had about the same chance of finding one as Wren did of having someone walk in and giving him a working radio. Though the fact that the human was abnormal was interesting. Given what Wren knew about people in general, mutated or not, he wasn't surprised that Octavian's soldier was being abused. Octavian was, clearly, but the little village was a peaceful place. Even the nastier members of the village where positively lovely in comparison to the people Wren had grown up around. People always hurt and killed what they didn't understand. Given it didn't ease any of Wren's suspicion in why the soldier was giving Octavian things. That little fact actually made his suspicion worse. Rarely did one give something for nothing.<br/><br/>And he was worked up again, great.<br/><br/>"So," Wren growled as he crossed his arms over his chest, "not only did you go to a place where you shouldn't have. Where you could have been killed, or worse, and no one would have known about it. But you also decided to have a chat with a soldier carrying a gun. Not thinking about the fact that if he's a soldier he's been trained to put a bullet in your head before you could blink. Not thinking about what he could have done to you if he'd proven to be cruel. The numerous ways he could have hurt you and made you wish he'd just killed you. How he could have left you bleeding and near death after he'd done whatever he wanted. Or how many people would have mourned you had you just stopped showing up,"<br/><br/>Wren's voice broke at the end and he cleared his throat. He jerked his gaze away from Octavian's and to a pile of parts on one of the tables, "Just...really Octavian...You could have been killed or hurt or any number of horrible things. You didn't know he was 'nice' when you approached him..."<br/><br/>Not that Wren believed the soldier actually was nice but he couldn't figure out why he was pretending to be nice to Octavian...well he had one idea but he hoped he was wrong. There where mutants that had human fetishes so he supposed the reverse could be true as well. Which made him more than a little sick. The idea of someone hurting Octavian like that. No, he wouldn't allow it.<br/><br/>Of course it wasn't like Wren could chain him to his flower shop, Octavian was an adult after all.<br/><br/>With another huff his shoulders slumped and he plucked the watch out of Octavian's hands, careful not to scratch it with his claws, "I'll look at it, but you have to promise you'll be careful. Even if your soldier doesn't want to hurt you-which I don't believe-where there's one soldier there's more and the others won't hesitate to do what he didn't,"<br/><br/>Wren then moved to one of the tables, pushing things aside to make space to work on the watch. He didn't need anything from Octavian, he'd never taken anything from the boy for work before. Octavian was pretty much just another of his adoptive sons and he didn't need payment for doing things that'd make his children happy. The fact that they where happy was enough. So he was working on something he'd much rather pitch in the river.<br/><br/>Though that would make Octavian upset because he seemed to like his broken soldier...though he was curious as to what he meant by that. Why did he think something on the inside was broken? Was he a halfwit? Did he twitch or have some kind of odd tick? Well it wasn't important he supposed. Though that brought him to something else Octavian had said, "I'm not surprised they're whipping him you say he's 'broken', I'm more surprised they didn't kill him outright. It's not like people, mutated or not, haven't culled those that didn't come out how they thought people aught to,"