[Dead ends were still trails at a point—though he doesn't elucidate further. Instead, it paints across his face, not reaching his voice. Not ready to be spoken. Like someone who knows enough of the answer to guess at it, but knows the consequences for getting it wrong are larger stakes than guessing out of desperation.
Eyes flitting back to the photo, her lips thin briefly. But how long had he been looking?]
You've got several allies here. They don't know any more than you did, I guess?
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Eyes flitting back to the photo, her lips thin briefly. But how long had he been looking?]
You've got several allies here. They don't know any more than you did, I guess?