"I could do that and less don't want to."

"Can you—think of an alternative? Something—he's Eidolon, he's one of the most important pieces in this—"

"It seems really important to understand why he's doing it."

"Yes. It does." He runs a hand through his hair and grabs it.

"Does Cauldron know? Do they have the resources to figure it out without asking him?"

"If Cauldron knows, they didn't tell me—which opens its own can of worms..."

"Cauldron may not have disclosed all of their activities." More flagged content -

There seems to be no evidence that anyone knows about Eidolon's involvement.

"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."