[Taryon's hair has gone somewhat uncombed the past few days due to his panic over his imprisonment, but he's happy that he still has his mind, even if on the outside he's looking like a mess. Not feeling like he must meet a certain appearance is one freedom he has here.
The radio gets a long look, even as Ereshkigal's suggestion of breaking skulls attempts to stir hope in him.] May I? [He reaches one hand towards the pile of radio parts, uncertain if he'll be allowed to touch them without Ereshkigal's permission.] I think I can figure out how to assemble it, and we can use it to send messages. That must be why it was destroyed.
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The radio gets a long look, even as Ereshkigal's suggestion of breaking skulls attempts to stir hope in him.] May I? [He reaches one hand towards the pile of radio parts, uncertain if he'll be allowed to touch them without Ereshkigal's permission.] I think I can figure out how to assemble it, and we can use it to send messages. That must be why it was destroyed.
[It probably would explain the blood, too.]