[ A second, verbal confirmation long after the morning's exchange. It does not surprise, neither that McGillis reaches again, nor the content, because of the unofficial precedent he'd established a few weeks before.
And because he's himself just encountered the subject. ]
»Yeah.«
[ How to be anything but uncertain? With each taut telepathic communication, he improves in increments, and so it does not bleed through. Yet, though they stepped tentative past the borders of fate, choosing together a path unpaved, not a path at all, wildnerness to cut through -- a choice that changed nothing and everything, sinking stones of what could not be believed, but pressing and opening despite it -- it is impossible not to wonder if Fate speaks through this.
no subject
And because he's himself just encountered the subject. ]
»Yeah.«
[ How to be anything but uncertain? With each taut telepathic communication, he improves in increments, and so it does not bleed through. Yet, though they stepped tentative past the borders of fate, choosing together a path unpaved, not a path at all, wildnerness to cut through -- a choice that changed nothing and everything, sinking stones of what could not be believed, but pressing and opening despite it -- it is impossible not to wonder if Fate speaks through this.
If it would change for McGillis. For them. ]
»You must be pleased to be joined by your ally.«
[ Empty, controlled.
Or not. ]