[ There's reluctance there, written plainly across Bruno's face when asked. He knew this question would come up, yet he had hoped he wouldn't have to say. It would make sense, though, wouldn't it? For at least the guy they're meant to be helping to know?

His fingers curl up in the thick green wool of his ruana where it's settled across his lap. ]

It's a. Thing. Everyone in my family gets a different one and I just. Well. [ He drags the answer out but he'll get there eventually. ] I can see the future. Or could. Or maybe will again. I dunno. Honestly, if I could ignore it and pretend it wasn't there? I would, since nearly all of it ends up being terrible. It's no good.

[ Exactly like him. ]