(no subject)
Patterns. They were the curse and the blessing of her blood. She stared at the document and saw the patterns arise. The simplest one jumped out first. She frowned. Why want our truth?
Was she to assume the document was a lie?
She continued on and yet another pattern jumped out. She sighed. It was about as useless as the first. It would take much more than a single read to figure this out.
If only Donovan was still around he was good at this sort of thing.