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Thirty One
November 13
Cinnabar Island
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POSTED ON Feb 12, 2021 1:19:20 GMT
She gave not even one flinch of the face in the face of his thinly veiled suspicions. Maybe there was nothing to be suspicious of; that she was telling the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Or, maybe the time she spent gambling meant Cait had a hell of a pokerface too.
In two possible realities playing out before them, he wasn't sure which one they were in.
Either they were in the reality where Cait had nothing to hide and she was profoundly happy Fernando wasn't in harms way for the sake of himself and his sister. Plus, a bonus in that she got to keep her business contracts with Silph Co. without being tethered to the League.
Or, they were in the reality where she was lying, her changed mood implied more than he knew and being worried for Stormy was just a deflection.
Stormy whom in the four times they had socialized brief or extended; never once mentioned her brother.
He'd spent far much more time with Cait than Stormy, so it hardly made for a fair comparison but it was still factually true that Cait talked about Fernando more than Stormy did. "Yeah, I imagine that'd be a grave loss, for Stormy."
He didn't have the power to travel dimensions or hop across realities, if such a power even existed. His mind lingering over the myth of the Spacial Renderer.
He was no god, nor one touched by a god. So he was stuck in whatever reality this one was; forced to use his own mortal discernment about Cait, or rather; Cait and Fernando.
Getting back to the sandwich, he suddenly ate it like he was starving, the plate it sat on devoid of any proof that there was a sandwich at all safe for a few crumbs.
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