"That's encouraging."

"I'm not sure I want to count on it being findable at all, and it could be written in some form of code somewhere..." He shivers a little.

"Yeah. Would they have endeavored to prevent this conversation -"

"Probably. I'm not sure they'd have found a way to, but that's the kind of thing they'd do."

"So the non-prevention is at least promising."

"I suppose it is. Fëanáro, could you make me a chair...?"

Chair. 

He flops down on it leans forward, resting his face on his hands.

"That's why I was upset. Earlier."

"I understand this," he says, his voice low. "Is there a better option than reading his mind about it, if we can't conjure anything...?"

"Uh, there's a song that does lie-detection..."

He raises his head. "That could work. We'd need to—somehow—not tip him off—"

"I can play it too quiet for humans to hear."

"I mean with whatever we'd be asking him, or talking about."

Nod. Shrug.

"If he has any idea where the Endbringers are coming from..."

"I expect that to make him suspicious if he is in fact making them."

"Is there a claim we can make about reading Scion which would bring up the subject in a less threatening way -"

"I don't know," he breathes, trying not to break down. "We could say Scion didn't know—Alexandria would be better at this—but if anyone'd know it'd be her—"

"She is easier to contain than Eidolon if she reacts concerningly to the information."

He closes his eyes. "Yeah."

"Not with their Doormaker guy. Means I can't just strand anyone on a faraway planet or in an adjacent dimension."

"...if you go far enough away, Clairvoyant won't know where to look," he says, barely believing he's doing it.

"...okay. I can definitely find something ten billion light years away if that helps."

"Why don't you find that now."