She nearly misses when she moves to top up her glass. Her Dark Sight is playing merry havoc with her depth perception, her overbright eyes muddled.

"How many people believe or don't believe something doesn't affect whether it's true or not, Will," she murmurs. He is being kind, she knows. Softening the edges. That's where her instincts lie, too. It's where she'd like to go, but mustn't let herself. "It just determines if it's... actionable truth."