Savino gave a lopsided smile at I won’t hold it against you. He supposed the man was only joking, but there had not been that usual spark of familiarity or relief or shared understanding here today. So maybe he was not quite a kindred spirit, or not yet – but a Seer was a Seer, and Savino felt that burst of solidarity anyway.
“Well, it’s good you can laugh about it,” Savino commented, choosing to ignore the embittered tone of his humour about it. An expert in misery. “That is some title to have.” Of course it was understandable to some extent for visions – a pattern of negative visions – to take their toll, but this man seemed more jaded than most. (Perhaps that was what all Seers were like by the time they reached middle-age?) Misfortunes: that was interesting, though, from an objective stance. If Savino had been in a better state of mind today, the questions would have been surfacing from him left and right. As it was, he tilted his head at Prewett and felt another wave of... nausea or utter exhaustion, he wasn’t sure. After that, about all he could manage to ask was: “And do you... do anything about them, your predictions?”
“Well, it’s good you can laugh about it,” Savino commented, choosing to ignore the embittered tone of his humour about it. An expert in misery. “That is some title to have.” Of course it was understandable to some extent for visions – a pattern of negative visions – to take their toll, but this man seemed more jaded than most. (Perhaps that was what all Seers were like by the time they reached middle-age?) Misfortunes: that was interesting, though, from an objective stance. If Savino had been in a better state of mind today, the questions would have been surfacing from him left and right. As it was, he tilted his head at Prewett and felt another wave of... nausea or utter exhaustion, he wasn’t sure. After that, about all he could manage to ask was: “And do you... do anything about them, your predictions?”
