That is precisely one more sign than Wrench is expecting the man to know, and for a fleeting moment, the shock of it totally disarms him. It's readily apparent in that second that he truly isn't fucking with the newcomer. Or if he is, that he's now been thrown far enough off his guard that he won't any more. Because Wrench actually softens at the sight of it, just a little bit. His shoulders slump and he gives the gesture a dismissive wave, like the other has nothing to be sorry for. It's a strangely vulnerable moment that's long gone by the time the other man is making it apparent that the comment about Halloween hasn't been forgotten after all.

For as many times as he's seen the image of a pentagram, this is already more than Wrench knows about them. The elements being fire, water, earth, and air, he presumes. The four building blocks upon which every single other thing has been composed, if you're taken to believe some philosopher trying to make sense of things even before God himself. Wrench tips his chin skeptically.

I don't know a lot of spiritual people who call it "shit," so what do you believe? I don't think anyone here will care much if you do or don't.