“I disagree.” I really did.
“But of course you do.” He smiled.
“Who are you?”
“I was once a shaman. And now I watch over the nightwalkers. Waiting for when one of them needs to be reined in.”
“Orpheus?”
“And you.”
“Me?” I asked.
“You.”
“Why do I need to be reined in?”
“Because of your potential.”
“For what?”
“The Knowledge.”
“Please explain.”
“Powerful dormant forces lie within you because you have opened the gateway of the soul,” he said.
“I don’t get you.”
“As a seeker of the sacred knowledge, you have the ability to manifest. To rule.”
“Obviously, I need some practice.”
“I agree,” Fabian said.
“Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”
“You weren’t ready.”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“Can I trust you?”
“Of course.”
“Then, of course,” he said.
“There’s something about you that’s mysterious—”
“Age brings with it eccentricities.” Fabian’s eyes reflected kindness. “After thousands of years, one is allowed an idiosyncrasy or two.”
Teach me everything so that I can get them back.
“There is nothing that I can teach you that is not already within you,” Fabian answered my thoughts.
“But I am here for you to show me how to kill Orpheus,” I said.
“You are here because I brought you here.”