I glance towards him, but do not wonder what it is he finds incredible. I believe politeness dictates that I ask him to elaborate—he mentioned something similiar earlier, an invitation to learn more hidden in his words—but if this is that, I will decline to take him up on his offer.
I consider his words for a moment, running them through my mind and weighing the pros and cons. On the one hand, the man before me seems clever and unlike many I have encountered, he seems to ask the right questions. Surely this riddle is not so hard to unravel once the thread has been pulled, and though his hands are empty, his mind is snatching at everything. He would figure it out sooner or later.
But then again, he is not one of us. This knowledge is not for him. But perhaps that does not matter.
"Centuries inside the barrier, locked in here. Minds with the power and persistence to make themselves gods. Unsettled. Few enjoy a cage. An outlander every half century...then more, and more, and more, and more. Do you think it a coincidence?"
I consider his words for a moment, running them through my mind and weighing the pros and cons. On the one hand, the man before me seems clever and unlike many I have encountered, he seems to ask the right questions. Surely this riddle is not so hard to unravel once the thread has been pulled, and though his hands are empty, his mind is snatching at everything. He would figure it out sooner or later.
But then again, he is not one of us. This knowledge is not for him. But perhaps that does not matter.
"Centuries inside the barrier, locked in here. Minds with the power and persistence to make themselves gods. Unsettled. Few enjoy a cage. An outlander every half century...then more, and more, and more, and more. Do you think it a coincidence?"
