Sorin's response came in a small voice, barely a whisper, but Anthony would hear it.
"I do not think I can change them. I am not sure I want to," he said. "I have never tried. From what my bunică, my grandmother, said, most things that are meant to happen, will, with or without our help. I do not know if that applies to everything. She did not have the visions. She could read tarot, but she never Saw."
When he lifted his eyes to Anthony's, there was fear in their black depths. Fear and something else. Perhaps loneliness?
"I saw death."
The words were flat, spoken in monotone, and a tremor ran through Sorin's body as he said them.