Seb watched as Honey's face, usually bright with a smile, twisted into a solemn look of concern, and then one of understanding, and he sighed, both annoyed with himself for upsetting her, and relieved that she didn't seem to think he was crazy. Of course, they'd all heard of strange and stranger abilities by now, but he had still seen people try to hold in laughter when he'd tried to explain that the trees told him something.
"It was," he said, trying to let the image -- and the sound -- of the men on fire fade from his mind. "But I'm okay. Really," he assured her, trying to shake off the embarrassment of having made a scene. Still, he held himself tensely, his fingers knotting against one another, and his eyes drifted back up to the tree, whose branches waved serenely in the wind.
Honey was asking questions, and Seb's eyes snapped back to hers. It was difficult to concentrate on what she was saying, as if the tree was trying to steal his focus -- to show him more. "Worse like -- I don't know. Out of control. Stronger. It used to happen once in a while, but like, lately it's been every day I hear something or see something that isn't there. Usually just a flash. Today, I mean, it must have just been because I was sleeping." He shrugged, running a hand through his hair.
Do I dare ask what you saw?
Seb paused, looking down at his hands again. She'd given him an out not to talk about it, but it seemed wrong somehow to startle her and not allow her to understand why. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "The revolution, I guess. The fighting. Guns. Fire. All pretty blurred together." It wasn't -- it had been clear as day. But he didn't want to face the detail, or make her face it, either.