"Oh." He blinks. Okay, now there's a new theory floating around as a possibility. "I never... I mean... Maybe?"
He's quiet for a moment, before admitting, "Or maybe... maybe it chose me." It. Not the ADI, but something else: that thing twisting the magic inside him.
"Does anyone know what brings us here? All they say is... they don't know why we're here, just that we're probably, um... you know... we've got something to do with an apocalypse?" His voice goes quieter, like he's almost afraid to give voice to the thought. "What if I... I'm the cause? Or-- or a cause, not the... you know."
He shakes his head. "I don't know, maybe everyone's here for different reasons. Some good..." Like Malcolm. If anyone could help stop the end of the world, it's Malcolm. "Some, um... not so good..."
Jeff shrugs and looks down at his hands, as his fingers tap on the table. "It doesn't matter, anyway, I guess. Why any of us are here doesn't change anything."
"It changes our understanding," Malcolm points out. "Our perception. My perception will be entirely less kind if they brought you here expressly to fall. We don't know what that entails. We know it's a danger to you."
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He's quiet for a moment, before admitting, "Or maybe... maybe it chose me." It. Not the ADI, but something else: that thing twisting the magic inside him.
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"How does that explain the rest of us?" he asks.
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Jeff shrugs and looks down at his hands, as his fingers tap on the table. "It doesn't matter, anyway, I guess. Why any of us are here doesn't change anything."
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