He could help.” “Yes, maybe.” He kept pacing around thinking things out loud. I didn’t understand half of them. I was certain he was speaking in a foreign language. I’d bet I had heard it before. I’d bet there was so much missing from my memory. It made me eager. I felt my brain zoning out and thinking of what his world would look like. It had to be beautiful. “You loved it there.” He said, stopping himself from walking on again. “Clearly, if I wanted to stay.” I said. “Sorry, you were just wanting to know what it was like. I thought it was a question.” “You can literally read every single want? Even ones not directed towards you?” “Yes, I can. But that was directed towards me, in some way.” “I suppose.” I grinned. “Why do you keep saying I have to be pure?” “Timid and uncertain people do not get granted into our world.”
