[ another note, hm... Abel nudges gently at his glasses as he regards the Knight from behind the rounded lenses. his displeasure is almost palpable, and the priest can't blame him for it. ]

You're not alone in having received one. It's somewhat common; they're almost always uncomfortably personal, or hint at something held close to the chest.

[ which was just distasteful in his opinion, not exactly the best way to foster trust among people who were being held captive in a world not their own... to further someone else's objective. ]

Your offer wasn't unusual, either. [ 'fixing' problems... as if it were so simple. ] He knows more than he should and isn't shy in letting us know as much. If anything, he is almost flippant about that knowledge. [ a little sigh, and he absently pushes at the teacup on the table, idly watching the liquid slosh within. ]

And I think, at least in part... he knows so much because we have been here for much longer than we think we have.