[There's no immediate response all over again, just this one killing his cigarette, setting his bottle down, and thumbing out another cigarette. Then he's lighting up with a whispered prayer to Elaine and Ignatius, and a bit of flame from his fingertips.]

Even the best ones have their moments, right? Faith's a hard thing to have when you've been made aware of just how small you actually are.

[His voice remains deceptively casual, and betrays nothing of what he's really thinking or feeling. Still, for those who know the Seer best, that's enough of a red flag.]