[Another reason that he's glad this isn't video: he winces when Kaz snaps, shies away from the phone, stomach dropping at this tone. He doesn't want to admit to what he's reminded of, but he also can't blame Kaz for his anger.]
If there's something we can do, you know I'll help you do it. [He tries to sound confident.] Waverly - the woman you talked to on the boat. She might be useful for information. We should keep in contact with her if she's been investigating the Veiled Order. Maybe that will help us get a step ahead.
[If he were a nicer person, he'd apologize for snapping. But he isn't. So he doesn't.]
I intend to. She might more information than she told me, it was a bit of a crashcourse. Or we'll find others.
[He pauses, suddenly, like a lightbulb clicking on in a darkened room, remembering something she'd said. ]
If we find nothing else... there is a way, she mentioned some people escaped the control of it. [It isn't pleasant. Of course it isn't.] Do you know how big the tattoo is? [It isn't as though he'd seen it.]
That won't work... it's too big... The people that broke the– spell, or... whatever it is, they had to cut it out. [He sighs.] Don't even mention it to him. I don't want him doing something stupid.
[He doesn't know. He doesn't know, and he keeps not knowing, and he hates it. Hell has had it out for him since he set foot here. He's already tired of it.]
Back to the drawing board. I'm going to try to talk to some of the others. Maybe they remember something he didn't. Or... [I don't know.] We'll just start with information again... go from them.
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If there's something we can do, you know I'll help you do it. [He tries to sound confident.] Waverly - the woman you talked to on the boat. She might be useful for information. We should keep in contact with her if she's been investigating the Veiled Order. Maybe that will help us get a step ahead.
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I intend to. She might more information than she told me, it was a bit of a crashcourse. Or we'll find others.
[He pauses, suddenly, like a lightbulb clicking on in a darkened room, remembering something she'd said. ]
If we find nothing else... there is a way, she mentioned some people escaped the control of it. [It isn't pleasant. Of course it isn't.] Do you know how big the tattoo is? [It isn't as though he'd seen it.]
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[He's seen it. Sorry that he didn't mention it before but his mind was racing at the time.]
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[Maybe it was a blessing that it was so big.]
So what's next? [Where was their next opportunity to do something?]
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Back to the drawing board. I'm going to try to talk to some of the others. Maybe they remember something he didn't. Or... [I don't know.] We'll just start with information again... go from them.
[It's all he has right now.]
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[Whatever information they had they needed to record it.]
We can't just rely on memory.
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[He'll ask Harriet later if the phones can record things. Sure, it would really only benefit him, but it would be better than struggling to read.]
Is there anything else you need me to do?
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[click.]