Elliot shrugged his shoulders. It was difficult — obviously difficult, the fact of it written out repeatedly over his adult life — but he lived like this because he had to. The visions would not stop if he wanted them to; Elliot wasn't going to point that out to Savino, who had to know that already.
"I've tried preventing things," he admitted, "Usually too late. And I've tried treating it like a distant puzzle, but visions are too — intimate." That was something only other seers would understand, if they understood, Elliot hazarded.
He glanced down at the cards in front of him. "Divining usually gives me the space to see other things. But — not always," he said, gentle — that death had come up for Zabini anyways meant that the stagnation Elliot felt emanating from the card loomed larger for him than it did for most.
"I've tried preventing things," he admitted, "Usually too late. And I've tried treating it like a distant puzzle, but visions are too — intimate." That was something only other seers would understand, if they understood, Elliot hazarded.
He glanced down at the cards in front of him. "Divining usually gives me the space to see other things. But — not always," he said, gentle — that death had come up for Zabini anyways meant that the stagnation Elliot felt emanating from the card loomed larger for him than it did for most.