"To guess," Galadan corrects swiftly. "To imagine. I hold little stock with either of those."

There is no fury in his voice, only a cold, merciless implacability that has centuries of patience behind it.

"But enough. That is what lies behind this attacker of yours?"

If Gabriel does not know the answers to the questions Galadan has, he knows one other that might.

River is a clever girl, and observant. And there are benefits to asking direct questions, on occasion.