We always try to find a reason for everything. A "why". ( eli to jose ! )
An explanation often brought more comfort than the unknown. An ability to swallow something more substantial than clueless speculation on the things that occur. It's why many things may be chalked up to magic or witchcraft... to simply explain away the unknown. The very word often brought fear. Being unable to explain away... somehow any other word taking its place could strike less unease in one's heart. At least, that's what Jose hoped for in a sense.
Tonight's poison of choice was a bottle of wine found among the rows of aged indulgences within the depths of the cellar, ripe for the picking in his eyes. Not so crass to drink straight from the bottle, he has filled the glass he held near to the brim moments ago. Now, it rests half-empty as he lets it swirl with a small tilt of the stem as he thinks. To think this might become a habit, their little interactions here and there. Was it by fate of the things that exist beyond their comprehension that lets those noisy nights quiet a little more, or perhaps sheer luck that he had yet to find reason not to hold him farther than arm's length from himself.
" You could say that for half the residents here, couldn't you ? Though, I suppose some would rather revel in the whimsy of the unexplained. " The glass is brought forth to his own lips in a quiet drink following. " Which leaves me to ask where you side on that line ? Something tells me you accept things as is without that much explanation... care to prove me wrong ? "
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