He kept his eyes on the road, as far as I can tell. Even as he made this attempt to 'level the playing field' with me. A fox who had been dancing on the edges of the game board with a hand of cards that could either be a winner or a bluff all this while.
"I trust her. So when she tells me there's an apocalypse coming and asks me to believe it... then I believe her certainty, even if I'm not personally sure about the source."
"Pragmatic on the surface, but swayed by the emotion of it underneath. Every single Rimecoat I have met has been thus. There is a phrase that Helene's father liked, popularized in this country by one of your presidents. Trust, but verify."
Letting myself laugh, finally, my hands find the topsides of both front seats as I pull myself toward the center of the car from my seat in the back to continue my rant. Showing teeth, sneer, and my spirit's glowing blue eyes, I seek to provoke her 'right-hand man' despite my thought to hold off..
