Makary was a man of a few words. Someone who weighed nearly every word he spoke, thus making them bear a lot more weight than useless drivel the majority of people would partake in.
And yet, when he had nothing but silence to react to my reveal, it didn't take long for me to start worrying.
'Do I really need to pull out Fay to make him believe us?'
This question was far deeper than it appeared. Because if I ended up proving, in any way or form, that what I've spoken about wasn't just a figment of my imagination, I would be the loser of the exchange.
For Makary would keep his ability to decide for or against my request, while my hand would already be out in the open.
"I hope you understand how hard it is to believe… frankly, any of this," Makary finally spoke in a perfectly weighed, controlled manner.
"I'm aware," I said while nodding my head.