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His head swirled was sent swimming for a moment as Osprey branched out with possibilities. From there, it was perhaps easier to suggest that Mordecai did not know where the line between reality and fantasy seemed to be, because for all intensive purposes who was he to deny their existence? He had not denied the existence of the loa, perhaps much in the same way that he did not deny the possibility that all those things could have existed. Yet logically, perhaps even rationally, he could not help but hold a modicum of doubt that all there was in the world was ahead of them to see.

And so, as she spoke, any questions he would have had were left buried at the bottom of a metaphorical deep sea. "I suppose it could have been any number of those things," he surmised, not entirely sure what would have fit what it was he had seen. It could have been a large fish in the end and nothing more. "I only wish I could have seen it as to give us both a better idea." A faint smile split his features briefly. "What would you call your best guess?"