A Seer... Or not

“Well, can you?” I ask again when he still continues to look at me, saying nothing.

He sighs, shaking his head regretfully.

“I can not...” He says but I still continue to stand before him instead of turning and continuing on my way.

I don't know what I'm waiting for. What else did I expect him to say other than what he and the Seer had already said times without number? Just as I'm about to turn away, he says,

"I know you want explanations...

'If she's not angry about Delilah then why would she leave?' right?

'How can she be happy to stay away from you for two whole months when you wouldn't even allow the maids to change the bedsheets just so you can preserve her essence...'

'Even if she's angry with you, she should have at least called to let you know she's okay?...'

He continues to say the questions I badly want answers for while looking at me as if he wants confirmation.

I shrug

"What are you now? A Seer?" I say before turning around to start and walking down the stairs.

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