Calverton
Joey stared in shock at the Suits as Romanza rattled off the case as they knew it. He was about to demand how they could withhold such information from the public-- then almost immediately realized the wisdom of it. There was a different wrinkle, though. But that could wait until he could digest everything that was just said.
Particularly the part where they said they knew about his "insights." His jaw clenched a bit. "I'd really like to know how you got your facts," he says. "But I suspect you two have something similar. Maybe not the same... insights that I get, but you see things as they are."
He sighed. "It's true, I get these... well, I call them insights, but it's more that I see things that happened. The actual events. And yes, I have to censor what I reveal. Giving up everything would make for... complications. Both personal," in the 'experiments' sense, "and professional and legal. After all, there would be no guarantee that the information I get from my visions could be admissible in court. No way to corroborate it if there's no evidence to support it." He eyed them again. "Somehow I get the feeling you understand that."
He lifted the cross and looked it over again. "As for this pendant, I'm not sure. It's not steel. Iron, maybe." He paused, recalling their talk of another race. "Another race, you said. Possibly the origins of the stories and legends about the fae and elves? Iron was said to be their weakness."
Joey stared in shock at the Suits as Romanza rattled off the case as they knew it. He was about to demand how they could withhold such information from the public-- then almost immediately realized the wisdom of it. There was a different wrinkle, though. But that could wait until he could digest everything that was just said.
Particularly the part where they said they knew about his "insights." His jaw clenched a bit. "I'd really like to know how you got your facts," he says. "But I suspect you two have something similar. Maybe not the same... insights that I get, but you see things as they are."
He sighed. "It's true, I get these... well, I call them insights, but it's more that I see things that happened. The actual events. And yes, I have to censor what I reveal. Giving up everything would make for... complications. Both personal," in the 'experiments' sense, "and professional and legal. After all, there would be no guarantee that the information I get from my visions could be admissible in court. No way to corroborate it if there's no evidence to support it." He eyed them again. "Somehow I get the feeling you understand that."
He lifted the cross and looked it over again. "As for this pendant, I'm not sure. It's not steel. Iron, maybe." He paused, recalling their talk of another race. "Another race, you said. Possibly the origins of the stories and legends about the fae and elves? Iron was said to be their weakness."
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