In the days that followed Vyo would come in with his evening meal and sit cross-legged on the floor while he ate. Afterward there was always talk, and he found himself coming to like the boy. He couldn't help but laugh to himself at his feeble attempts to manipulate his thoughts, but he supposed if he'd had no training the boy's technique might have started to work. Of course, he was being coached, so much as told him so, saying he talked with his Bratta every night.
After about a week and a half (according to the scratches on his wall) he noticed a change in the way Vyo handled each talk. He would come in, sit down, and while he ate say 'Hello Joshua, here is what I am to tell you today ... ' and he would say whatever it was his Bratta had told him to say. Then the real talks would
