Despite himself, Alain smiles a little. "You sound like Vannay," he says, by way of explanation for his amusement, and shakes his head, his smile fading. "I've seen the future, now and again. But not how it comes about, only that it will. More often, what I see is the now. What's in people's minds, what's coming to pass elsewhere. In some ways, that can be a heavy enough burden alone." Because mostly, what he sees, he's too late to stop. And it's rarely pleasant.