To hide his frustration, Jean wolfs down a forkful of salmon and pasta. What's the point of magic if it doesn't give him the only miracle he would ever wish for? Though it's not like he had hopes it would be any different. That would be silly.
In the end, he realizes it's all a matter of belief. He can't disprove what Eliot is telling him, except for the fact that it's completely unreasonable and absurd. His own explanation is not as exciting and exotic, but it's by far the most likely.
"I happen to know a little about conspiracies.They have been foolish, bothersome, and quite mundane." he shrugs, taking another bite. "That said, unprotected mind or not, I believe you have been nothing but kind to me."
And that's, perhaps, what matters most to Jean when even reality itself has become controversial. He may not trust Eliot's portrayal of a world guided by magical conspiracy from the shadows, but he trusts him.
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To hide his frustration, Jean wolfs down a forkful of salmon and pasta. What's the point of magic if it doesn't give him the only miracle he would ever wish for? Though it's not like he had hopes it would be any different. That would be silly.
In the end, he realizes it's all a matter of belief. He can't disprove what Eliot is telling him, except for the fact that it's completely unreasonable and absurd. His own explanation is not as exciting and exotic, but it's by far the most likely.
"I happen to know a little about conspiracies.They have been foolish, bothersome, and quite mundane." he shrugs, taking another bite. "That said, unprotected mind or not, I believe you have been nothing but kind to me."
And that's, perhaps, what matters most to Jean when even reality itself has become controversial. He may not trust Eliot's portrayal of a world guided by magical conspiracy from the shadows, but he trusts him.