Varian was fortunate that he never turned into a monster himself. Not... a literal one, anyway. He'd seen the process happen to a lot of his friends and family here though, and it looked awful. He never wanted to experience it for himself. He's already got enough of a guilt complex without adding that mess to it all.

"Of course! If nothing else, I can grab some metal to make a new one. But that's the last resort and-oh."

One of the robed figures is coming their way, carrying robes and backpacks. They smile, seemingly friendly, but Varian carefully places himself a little in front of Luca anyway- mistrusting. The Waker hands over the stuff, welcoming them to Trench, telling them the backpacks are theirs. This is a far cry from the Townies Varian remmebers.

"...Uh...thanks?"