*fleeting half-smile (he really didn't mean to insult you, of course)* I know. I'm sorry. I am making the effort to suspend disbelief for the sake of Occam's Razor, but this entire conversation is stretching the limits.
*wishes this was one of their usual debates, because unraveling the rational explanations for this "clairvoyancy" would be a good distraction interesting* I don't suppose there's any rhyme or reason associated with those who are "picked". Some common hallucinogenic we were all exposed to, maybe? But I've no idea what sort of help you're talking about. I was seven years old when Fatima was killed. *blinks away fleeting memories (don't go tonight, please don't go)* *faint frown* It was terrible, but I've grown up.