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Gilles sighed. He felt that Lonan was talking about something completely different than what he felt thrashing about in his mind, but he looked up, obligingly, since part of him knew that Lonan was right, and that Gilles was just making things up now to prevent this knowledge from seeking through. "I see you." He said flatly. "You have black hair and white eyes and pale skin and wings. They're nice wings, sort of velvety." Gilles' voice trembled at first, but it did gain strength as he went on. "You have scars on your body...but not from hitting. Your scars are there because you understand...and see what others can't see." The boy paused, not sure that he wanted to continue with the words that began to form hin his mind...but Lonan had shown him something deep and personal, so the boy felt that something needed to right that balance. "You are The Hermit. The one who lights the path, but you don't know which path to light. And The Hermit is lonely, most of the time, or lives alone, so he knows about people. But The Hermit...may not be able to see that he needs to find his place along side those people. That's what The Hermit needs to do. Find himself like he finds others." Gilles blinked, and felt himself pull out of the place in his mind. "Is that right?"

Gilles blinked when Lonan ruffled his hair, feeling incredibly sheepish. "Oh." He said in a small voice, realizing that he said 'oh' an awful a lot today. It was getting repetitive. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you bleed. Do you want something to drink?" It was a kind of lame offer, considering heaviness of the conversation the two had just finished, but Gilles didn't know how else to diffuse the situation.

"It wouldn't be trouble if you did." He added belatedly, remembering that the teen might protest if he thought he would cause trouble. "I'd just run next door and get something from our bar." He picked up the deck off of the desk and shuffled it a bit, then put it in his pant's pocket. The weight they added wasn't really bad, but it wasn't really good either. Gilles supposed it would change based on the cards he drew.

Gilles nodded as Lonan spoke, it made sense, in a way. And if Lonan didn't have a problem with it, Gilles didn't see why he should. After all, it wasn't his body that was bleeding. He did hesitate, however, when Lonan asked if he could see Gilles' talent. Talent didn't seem quite the word for it, but Gilles didn't know if he could read for another person. "You want me to read the cards for you?" He asked, his voice faltering a little. "I haven't done that for anyone before, except on accident. And it wasn't that fun. But I think I could do it." Gilles remembered the look on Chikara's face when she looked at the picture of that man...Gilles didn't know who he was. But he wouldn't try to find out any dark secrets about Lonan, and he had asked... "I can't promise anything...but I can try."

Gilles bit back another sigh and took out the tarot deck, running his thumb over the edge of the first card. He cut the deck twice, and shuffled it loosely, then cut it again, placing each half on the desk. He picked up the first card from the first pile: The Wheel of Fortune. This card was placed below that stack, and he picked the next card: The King of Wands. Gilles could feel the story they wrote in his mind, whispering the meaning of the pictures in his inside-ear. "Something...or someone...is making you grow. But it's not a bad thing, and it's not a good thing. This person..." Gilles eyed the picture of The Wheel, the woman on the card giving an impish smile. "I don't know. I don't think they're really...all there. Or something. I don't know. But you're changing because of them, in ways that you can't really control." Gilles really sighed this time. His head hurt.

Gilles relaxed slightly. "I think that's all." He looked up at the older Shattered expectantly. Did his reading make sense at all? It didn't make sense to Gilles, but that didn't mean anything, because he wasn't the person who the cards were drawn for.

Gilles smiled gratefully at Lonan breathing in sweet air and almost glowing with relief, and placed a hand on the one Lonan had placed on his shoulder. He was glad that he had interpreted the cards correctly, but he was tired and couldn't speak that well. Hopefully, the man would understand that. Gilles quickly took up the cards and deck and shuffled them again, then slipped them into his pocket again. He accepted the tea, wishing for an instant that he was old enough to drink liquor, and tipped some of it into this mouth. It was quite good, actually. Gilles coughed twice and found his voice. "Yes...it's here. You're welcome to take it. I don't think it's an important copy. We got it for free."

Gilles frowned and read out the titles to the older man, his eyes searching through the books for words that sounded interesting. "A Tale of Two Cities...Alice's Adventures in Wonderland...The Scarlett Letter...The Song of Roland...and...I think that's all." He looked at the last two books with a dubious eye. Were those titles correct? The gold finish on the leather covers of the books were beginning to crack and fade, though Gilles doubted this would matter very much to Lonan, though, so there was probably no problem with it.

A question pressed against Gilles' mouth, wiggling out between his lips. "Lonan...where do you live? And...you don't think that...well, my momma is kind of crazy." Gilles paused. "Uhm...really crazy. She's got a lot of energy and stuff. But I could take her to meet you, right? I think you would get along, maybe if I'm lucky kind of." Gilles stuttered, placing the books in a pile near Lonan's arm.