Re: On the train: The Schoolboy/The Witch
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Hugh glance around the car as if fitting the pieces together. There was no guessing, and Aedan did't pry to see what he was thinking, because the answer, when it came, was true enough.
There were those, like him, that viewed humans as little more than cattle. Or less than cattle, depending. It was not a view that Aedan shared -- "I do not," he confirmed. "I suppose we're a bit more like humans in that respect, even if not all of us want to admit it. Not everyone you meet will want to do you harm, but there are a few that will, and they should be avoided."
He turned onto route 314, and maintained a steady five miles over the speed limit. He refused to glance at the horizon again, especially when it had been perhaps 90 seconds since he had. The sun was coming, but there were still moments he could have of the night. Forcing his body to settle back into the seat, he switched the subject abruptly. "How much do you share with Oliver? Is that too prying a question to ask?"