[ A chilling cold sweat breaks out under the ruffled collar. A while back the powers that be "gifted" him with the inexact awareness that something would happen that would break his heart more than he would ever want it to. Something that he was actively seeking out before his own arrival here.

There are very few things in the universe that can manage it—so it's truly for that reason alone that Gogol looks apprehensive until he reels it back in. All thanks to the unsubtle ability name drop. What a mess!—he makes the corners of his mouth curl upwards.]

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

[ He bends at the slightly waist and inclines his head to the side. A plainly inquisitive bearing. That's better. ]

You never wanted to give that information up before. What's changed? More importantly— what will you want in return?