ki kept writing in his fast, slanted handwriting. marveling at how her words peirced his very being and line of work. almost forcing him to back down. " i 'ont know gens'i. your soun'ing pretty talkative to'ay. maybe you can elaborate on w'at you talked with t'at missing ninny? or s'all i just....make him tell me?" he knew he hit a chord, but kept writing. letting his swiveling hand soothe him to find that he had the reins now on their mental war.