What do you think knows the most about the world?
Edward Tod, a veteran private investigator, had once asked this question to his 12th therapist to which they went through multiple possibilities.
"The environmentalists?"
"They might know a bit about nature, or they may be completely ignorant of it. Still, they would not know of the economy, stocks or who is the richer between a man and his neighbor."
"The merchants?"
"While they would have a wealth of knowledge, they would not know of the forces making the world work. At least not in detail."
"Maybe a researcher?"
"They may know extensive knowledge in their given field like physics and botanical engineering but they mostly specialize. One may know of how the laws of energy work but not know how to interact with people or protect their computer from a virus."
The therapist had to try her best to remain professional as she tried to humor her patient.
"Why don't we look at this from a different angle?"
To which he calmly agreed to.
"OK. Who knows the most about themselves?"
He had spent a long time pondering this question. Of course he would have tried a different method. To break it into steps.
The fact that the therapist gave an inaudible sigh in front of this private detective gave away her inexperience and naivety.
"That would be the person themselves, Mr Tod."
Edward opened his brown and gray eyes, sat up from the bed, and stared in the therapist's own green eyes.
"So why would we need medical professionals, Ms Hart?"
Amelia Hart knew she made a mistake.
"How about doctors?"
"I think YOU should see a doctor, Ms Hart."
She knew she made a mistake in coming to work today. She felt like crying.
"If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been working here?"
The private detective had a feeling about this one.
"I... I don't have to answer that."
A bad feeling.
"I think you'll find that trust is important in any line of work, Ms Hart. But I'll do it myself if you're too afraid."
He stood up and pointed at her while she got ready to run in case he got violent.
"Less than a year!"
She flinched.
"Less than half a year!"
She was shocked.
"I'm your first client, aren't I!"
Her eyes began to water.
"Let me take a guess, you got pushed into it by your Superiors."
Alright, she cracked. She ran out the door crying like a child.
Edward just watched her brown hair disappear through door, sat back down and sighed.
"Looks like another one gave up."
He thought to himself, that might be the normal thing to do as shown by the previous example, not that they don't spend time and effort. It was just that he was like a question without an answer. It wasn't their job to do the impossible or put themselves in harms way.
But, it was human nature to want to be saved. Even if it sounded cliché, if someone asked him for help...
He promised he wouldn't give up on them, no matter what.