"Wasn't of earthly origins?" the black lotus sizzled on repeated waters, mostly without realizing she'd done so. It was such a stunning thing he'd just said; dismantling. Her mouth stayed opened in wonder. The meaning escaping her, a passing bullet train on the rickety line of an old haunted subway. "Wasn't of earthly origins?" this time, the words let go of his arm, of his hand, slunk away and out of the haven of the comfortable couch. Standing tall, though only because he sat and she was up staring down at him like a sorceress her stove, the uncertainly in her traveling eyes -- every corner, nook, cranny of the room -- was obvious.
"What's that even mean? What is it then? I don't expect you to always have the answers... I don't expect you to always help me or to help me at all, you've done too much for me as it is in my life, way too much, and had too many answers for me already. But if you can... tell something like that, why can't you tell why it's happening..."