"That sounds very distressing," Numair said.

Hawk stared at him, and couldn't help the faltering in his voice as he said, "...You don't think I'm crazy?"

"Why should I?" Numair replied, as he took the avocado from his plate and began to spoon some of it out very carefully. Janis began rubbing up against his legs, back arched. "You're telling me the truth, as far as you know. And you don't strike me as someone who believes this lightly. So you see death. It would not be the strangest truth I've been told."

Hawk merely sat, stunned, for a moment, in the little light-filled kitchen with the weather radio still droning away its reports quietly on the table. He said nothing, but a low roll of thunder made Numair look up at him, only to find Hawk running his hands through his hair.

"Surely I'm not the first person to truly believe you...?" Numair said. Hawk didn't answer out loud, but the look he shot Numair over his hands said enough. There was another soft growl of thunder, and Numair frowned a little. "...Or...perhaps I am?"

"Wull, it's insane, ain't it??" Hawk answered quickly, teeth gritted.

"Oh, I don't know," Numair said, "It doesn't sound vastly different from my own powers."