Elizabeth’s expression shifted between disbelief, shock, and incredulity. Irwyn saw she tried to hide it, even if those efforts ultimately failed. She remained quiet for a long while, processing, then seemingly blanking at understanding the sheer magnitude of what he was claiming.He appreciated that she at least tried. Did not dismiss him out of hand like he had feared. Instead, she still held onto his hand, struggling with a familiar turmoil as her own trembled. Much like his had when first making the discovery or when finally deciding to reveal it. Irwyn was only too glad to return the favor from a minute prior, helping soothe the shaking. But inside, he felt almost eerily calm, a mountain off his shoulders.“I…” she eventually said, then fell quiet again for a full minute. “What am I even supposed to say? I don’t want to doubt you after all that, but at the same time… how?”“Exactly my thoughts,” Irwyn readily agreed. “And I am still hoping you will provide a saner explanation than the only conclusion that has made sense to me.”“Even if your visions are all from the same perspective, there could be different reasons for that than it being you,” she tried.“There is naturally more to my certainty,” Irwyn sighed, closing his eyes. The longer he thought about it, the brighter it became. Escaping from that corner of his will, which he had banished it too. “I feel it. It is distant and separated by layers I lack the words and senses to describe. But it is there and mine, of that I am unerringly certain. A Name.”“The impossible, undeniable,” she took a deep breath, then closed her eyes again. Her mind was so fast, Irwyn knew, perhaps even faster than his own. And still, she wrested with it, visibly struggling. Going through implications, future and past. Comparing with histories, open and hidden. Guessing at the secrets this surely hinted at, and ultimately finding no real answers. Irwyn knew that spiral well, (...)