"Even so, the truth we see may be a house of cards. Though it seems intricate, logical and structured, a breeze may knock it down. One sweep and it is utterly destroyed."
"True. Very true in some cases. But does it apply here?"
I'm still probing, trying to find out what he knows; how much, how far his intelligence has taken him. I feel like a surgeon working blind, my hands making smaller and smaller movements, tightening.
"It applies here," I say. "You invited me here. We both know why. You wouldn't have done it if you had no doubts. But there is no proof. Just as I have no proof against you, so are your hands empty, your accusations fruitless."
"I don't think so," he says. He smiles.
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