"You'll get there eventually," he said softly, his voice almost... reassuring?
I met his eyes, and for the first time, I saw something in him that wasn't just sarcasm or mystery. There was something almost human in his gaze—a flicker of something deep and hidden.
Maybe it was guilt, or regret, or just plain exhaustion from carrying a burden too heavy to bear.
"Just promise me one thing," Agnos added, his voice barely above a whisper. "Promise me you won't rush it. Don't force it. The truth has a way of coming when it's ready. And if you're not careful, you might just break yourself trying to understand too much too fast."
I didn't know how to respond to that. It felt like he was speaking from experience, like he knew exactly what it was like to uncover truths that weren't meant to be uncovered.