That was insightful. And true. "Hm," said Jinn, not entirely prepared to be convinced but rapidly running out of reasons to doubt. "Perhaps." He left it at that, choosing to work in silence for a matter of minutes.
He did not consciously set out to test J'mon's patience, but turning over their words in his mind served to accomplish that. Either J'mon had a talent for telling people what they wished to hear, or they shared Jinn's own views, poorly thought out and rarely expressed as he was sure they were.
It was unnerving.
Jinn's patience ran out before J'mon's and he broke the silence: "Someone of your abilities must feel confined here. Yet you have not railed against the injustice of being trapped. Or perhaps I have not seen you do it." His own abilities were limited, his eyes revealing him for what he was — if he didn't wear his sunglasses, as he was currently — but not endowing him with true sight, or prophecy, or anything of the sort. He supposed he could have asked Cassie or Beverly. But they had their own enigmas to untangle and Jinn had enough debts already.