“Can I ask you something weird?”
“Since when do you ask if you can ask something weird?”
“Does Devrim remind you of anyone?”
“Devrim Kay? In Trostland?”
“I mean, one of the hangar guys has sort of the same beard, but I wouldn’t really say he reminds me of him. So no, not really.”
“You know who Devrim reminds me of?”
“You’re gonna think this is silly.”
“I mean you’ll think it’s weird.”
“This conversation certainly seems to be getting weird, so how ‘bout you spit it out already?”
“OK, OK. He reminds me a little of... Ives.”
“Who? You mean Mr. Master Ives, that Reef cryptarch?”
“Yeah. Not sure why. Of course they don’t look at all alike, but there’s something about Devrim that just calls Ives to mind. Can’t put my finger on it.”
“Well, it isn’t the beard.”
“Nothing. It’s just... something about it feels a little uncanny. As soon as they’ll let us fly back out to the Reef, I’m heading out there to check if Ives is still posted there.”
“Dunno. Sounds like you’re imagining it... whatever it is.”
(Call to Serve w/ Cerulean Divide)