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"Extremely useful when the answers we need are likely on the other side," Jeremiah agreed, "but I also don't know how to tell you to go about acquiring it as an ability. It seems, if anything, to be magical backwash as you phrased it. The more time you're there, the more time you spend involved, the more it seems like you gain traits you otherwise did not have before."

His fingers drummed against the table briefly before stopping. Jeremiah had gained his abilities as he had learned and progressed, working through trying to understand how the other side worked. "It's certainly a more useful trait than the first one I ended up with not long after I started dreaming, in any case."

When it came to being able to get in and out, Jeremiah still had no clue. There were more questions than answers to everything. Especially because the answers usually lead to more questions. "I suspect it has to do with the fact that we're meant to be over there in some way or another but that's merely a guess." A hand flicked through the air. "As for it being a cage, it's because it's what we've learned. There's something in there, a force, a being, whatever you want to call it. It-" he stopped and shook his head.

This was always hard to explain.

"Darkness is held back, kept from here over there. If it gets free, it takes over. Makes this place however it feels like making it and we're all put into place. Everything in it's place, all things in order."

"Some would likely argue that there's some kind of sentience to that place with the way that things happen." Jeremiah had a wry look on his face, barely concerned amusement in his eyes. It was a sardonic amusement at that.

"If I take aim at something, whether it to fire a gun or throw a piece of paper, I can't miss." His lips were pressed to a thin line; displeasure was obvious. It made a mockery of his own natural skill. "Often with a rather elaborate show like a Rube Goldberg device."

A grin, something troublesome, spread across Jeremiah's face briefly and then faded. "Then you can understand just why it can't be allowed. Things that try to label, to hold you and pin you to something, are not things that most of us would want anything to deal with. A power that could likely bring you to order? It's bad news." Still ... some would prefer it and Jeremiah could understand it even if he personally did not want anything like that.

He had spent too much of his life fighting against such a thing.

Taking Alois's card, Jeremiah was pulling out his own. For once he did not have to write his personal number on the back, he was keeping a few on hand now that held his number already written down. "I'll do so. Likewise, here's mine. If you find yourself with any questions or need assistance, let me know." The humor about the party was appreciated. "I'll make sure to bring something along to make it a truly festive party."