Cyrus looked over at Atticus, a questioning look in his eyes. "You<span style="font-style: italic">have</span>been silent so far, Atticus. What's on your mind?" Atticus nodded and spoke.<br/><br/>"First of all, you have not offended, my boy. I am merely taking all of this in. I'm a researcher... a scientist... the things I have seen and heard show that much of what I thought I knew is wrong. We have a whole cosmology... could all of those years of research, consulting prophets and beings of great power... could all of that have been for nothing...? Do we truly know anything at all...?" He shook his head. "My name is Atticus." The introduction appeared to be an afterthought. A passing mention. As soon as he introduced himself, the look of confusion and concentration on his face returned.<br/><br/>Cyrus looked back at Zealot. "So, as for your other questions, I met her on a hunting trip. I fed her part of a rabbit I shot and she followed me home. I thought she was very interesting, so I took her to my friend here. That was... a year ago. Thereabout. We've certainly been through a lot this past year."