It's really hard for me to turn off my tendency to be flippant and what I'm left with when I manage it is often bland terseness, basically. I did not tell you about this so you would be very unhappy for a thousand years, that is not a satisfactory result, I did not show up all undestined just to derail fate so pathetically.
...maybe a hundred thousand. So, you know. Don't pick up a sword. Don't do anything dramatic like quitting either until I've had time to run around kicking things, okay, give me a bit!
Your expertise, he says, whatever seems likeliest to get me turned into a prophecy repository.
I wasn't planning on spreading that around without some particularly compelling reason to do so.
There are degrees. I imagine at least some people would be motivated to share some future just on the grounds that they can't tell anybody who'd affect it and I can.
You're welcome. ...This meeting should possibly have been arranged under circumstances such that I could hug you.
...The part where the Dwarves died was not you and seemed earlier than any of the parts we have where you were killing people.
It doesn't seem like your style, admittedly, but there is clearly more going on that we don't know about.