ʀᴀғᴇ ᴀúʟʟᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅᴇ (maginus) wrote in repose,
Re: Woods: Holly and Rafe
Rafe had grown up in a very open-minded household, not to the point where every flight of fantasy was tolerated or encouraged but his mother had readily believed in a great number of things that most would have considered absurd or impossible. Chile, like any place, had its myths and legends and his mother had held a great deal of stock in more or less all of them. Rafe hadn't been quite so open to believing in every little things that had been passed down through the generations but he had never had a closed mind. He had been in ghosts most of his life, for example, and had never fully written off the possibility that there were things out there in the darkest, wildest parts of the world of which they should all be cautious. Now? Well, now he was one of those things and his whole perspective had shifted severely as a result, mainly out of necessity. If werewolves were real, then were did it end? There were no limits to what might be walking the earth, looking for all intents and purposes as human as he himself had once been.
So, needless to say, he was very much ready to believe that it was nothing ordinary or mundane that had happened (or been done) to Audrey Carpenter. Already they had plenty of evidence to the contrary, and the fact that that evidence only muddied the waters further made it very easy for him to believe that they were dealing with something quite dangerous.
With a low but audible mmm he agreed with Holly's reasoning about infiltration, appreciating his military thinking on the subject and therefore easily following along on that train of thought. Conspiracy theory or not it was a sound theory, and one that Rafe wouldn't be writing off any time soon. "So if she's not Audrey, not the real Audrey at least," he said, his brow furrowing as he frowned and considered what they did and didn't know, "then who is she?" And perhaps more to the point: what was she?