Loki's comment that whoever brought them here simply did not want them to know was something that Emerick had just been starting to come to terms with right about as he said it. Untold secrets and things that were hidden were, in a sense, Emerick's Achilles heel. He had a feeling that he was going to keep cycling through ideas and searching for things that he wasn't confident even existed. He was going to have to figure out another angle to approach this with, find new ways to research, and even talk to the others here and see what theories they had. He was used to working alone when it came to his stories and research but he was willing to admit when he was out of his element.
"As much as I dislike the implication of what you're saying, I agree." Emerick fell quiet for a moment, his gaze turning to the trees to look upon the fading shadows of each tree in this little forest. He felt as if he were one of the trees he couldn't see, lost in the haze. He half expected to see a shadowed figure shift between two hazy trunks, or a pair of eyes start to gleam and find him. There was a lot of this conversation he disliked, many things that he'd thought of, and that Loki had suggested that sat in his gut like rocks. "I've had to research the most ridiculous stories with scant evidence but, with enough time, the truth always comes to the forefront."
Emerick's gaze shifted away from the haze, a little intimidated by the tangle of trees and the fog hiding whatever lurked beyond even though the silence promised nothing was there. The silence and stillness were still making his skin crawl. "Something will have to come up eventually, whether it's a pattern between all of us, or we uncover something that whoever brought us here missed. Secrets don't stay hidden forever."
He meant that with every bit of his heart. Even the most careful people eventually slipped and would show at least part of their hand. Finding and following these little slip-ups were Emerick's entire livelihood. There was an element of luck to it, but there was also an element of patient tenacity while waiting for everything to surface.
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"As much as I dislike the implication of what you're saying, I agree." Emerick fell quiet for a moment, his gaze turning to the trees to look upon the fading shadows of each tree in this little forest. He felt as if he were one of the trees he couldn't see, lost in the haze. He half expected to see a shadowed figure shift between two hazy trunks, or a pair of eyes start to gleam and find him. There was a lot of this conversation he disliked, many things that he'd thought of, and that Loki had suggested that sat in his gut like rocks. "I've had to research the most ridiculous stories with scant evidence but, with enough time, the truth always comes to the forefront."
Emerick's gaze shifted away from the haze, a little intimidated by the tangle of trees and the fog hiding whatever lurked beyond even though the silence promised nothing was there. The silence and stillness were still making his skin crawl. "Something will have to come up eventually, whether it's a pattern between all of us, or we uncover something that whoever brought us here missed. Secrets don't stay hidden forever."
He meant that with every bit of his heart. Even the most careful people eventually slipped and would show at least part of their hand. Finding and following these little slip-ups were Emerick's entire livelihood. There was an element of luck to it, but there was also an element of patient tenacity while waiting for everything to surface.