The instant Mark asked for his name, Wren realized he had a bit of an issue.He knew Skye used the name instead of his own fairly often, and giving it would surely bring up thought of the semi-crazy Lithius and, more importantly, the similarities between them.
"Why should I say? I don't even know yours. And no, I don't have any siblings." Deciding that simply not saying was a decent idea, Wren shrugged. And he wasn't lying either; his only sibling had died a few years ago, when Skye had attempted to change him as well.
"Try to knife me, you'll be dead before you can blink." Saying that, he leaned over and hastily tightened and knotted the bandages, before retracting back, not hating but hardly fond of the feeling of Mark's blood.





