RAFAEL 

Her words come out in riddles, I can barely make sense of anything she says.

“Where the hell do I even start?” I mutter under my breath, frustration boiling. I fucking hate parables. Why can’t they just say it straight, she's here, or she’s not? Why the hell does everything have to be wrapped in cryptic bullshit?

She rises, dusting off her clothes, her eyes locking onto Nicklaus like I don’t even exist.

“My job is done here. I need to head back.”

Just like that? I nearly lose it. That’s it? No answers? No details? This is exactly why I hate seers, always talking in riddles, never giving...