Zeke frowns. "I doubt even you can give me that, Director. Nor that you would. It would be too dangerous from your perspective to share these powers with someone like me."
"I just want to save Rose," I say, which earns me an annoyed glance from Zeke. "What? I know you like your dancing with words, but the longer we chat there, the longer I stay away from my own bed and my own bathroom and my own things that are still somewhere in Hank's office, aren't they?"
"A very understandable position, Miss Alvarez," Director says. "While subtlety is a necessary part of social etiquette, in this situation, I agree with you. Mister Ezekiel, let me guess the answer to your riddle. You seek knowledge—*the* knowledge. The one that opens the world, as the prophecies say."
Zeke folds his hands over his chest. He clearly would've danced with words for longer, if me and Director didn't kill his fun. I snort quietly.
"Yes. See? I think we are at an impasse, Director."
