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[epistemological]

"And-" he stops himself, closing his mouth, breathing in deep as he reformulates his words. This... this is going to be a trial, honestly. It feels like he's trying to go up a wall in a Morris Marina;' he needs the information but he's got to get it using the lease helpful means.

He breathes out.

"If you don't mind sharing, I would be curious to know if you have been used, Miss Kal-El." He continues. "If you find the dangers here, specific to the barge, present significant threat to that... openness."

[stormandwind]

Fortunately Tris is willing to share information these days.

"It's rare when everyone is in their right mind. A little over two years ago during an event that caused amnesia, I lost control. I started throwing off lightning, which of course was upsetting enough that it fed back into itself and got worse. Someone offered to help me control it in exchange for an unspecified favor. I was terrified of killing anyone, so I agreed." She's aware it was foolish, but that was the point. She couldn't remember who she was or any of the things about her life that made her wary in the first place.

"Once we were back to ourselves, I thought I'd managed to escape any real harm. Then he contacted me, asked for information, and threatened to possess my body and use me to murder the people around me if I refused. I have precautions in place now, but for months, I didn't go anywhere unless I was accompanied by someone ready to stop me by any means necessary. Whatever power you do or don't have, I'd take it as a favor if you never shake hands with Bill Cipher."

[epistemological]

He'd been following along with the rest of it before the name came up, or rather, before the issue of the handshake came up. He lets her finish, though, before lifting his own scarred fingers.

"I am well aware of the price one might pay when they are desperate," he says with a turn of his hand. It's followed by a snort. "And there is nothing you could do to make me deal with 'Bill' any more than is absolutely necessary. He..."

He shakes his head and wishes, suddenly, that he'd thought to take the time to have a cigarette back in his room before he'd come here.

"Suffice to say that I am familiar with his type. And want as little to do with them as possible."