[Straightforward questioning is a much easier way to get on the boy's good side at the moment.]
I need something concrete to give me a trail.
[Ferran wouldn't deny that he'd appreciate being proven right—but that's not the end goal for him. He has to know the full truth, and make things... as right as they can be, anyway.]
Hell if I know what that looks like, though...
[A part of him knows it's a fool's errand, investigating where the professionals apparently deemed nothing significant. He's done a very good job of ignoring that part entirely. He'd much rather dive recklessly into a potential goal than let himself fall into despair over his future.
Unfortunately, though, the traces left behind are nearly nonexistent. Any potential footprints outside would have been long burned or washed away with the changing weather, how the fire started would have been impossible to discern, and nothing like any clothing or hair or similar materials were left behind to be found.
In the reality of the past, what Ferran did eventually find took more than an hour; he lost track. But he was working alone, limited to mundane expectations, and exhausted from his ordeals physically and mentally. The tiny shards of black magical crystal scattered inside and outside of the former bedroom window were difficult to spot amongst the charred ruins even for someone at their best.]
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I need something concrete to give me a trail.
[Ferran wouldn't deny that he'd appreciate being proven right—but that's not the end goal for him. He has to know the full truth, and make things... as right as they can be, anyway.]
Hell if I know what that looks like, though...
[A part of him knows it's a fool's errand, investigating where the professionals apparently deemed nothing significant. He's done a very good job of ignoring that part entirely. He'd much rather dive recklessly into a potential goal than let himself fall into despair over his future.
Unfortunately, though, the traces left behind are nearly nonexistent. Any potential footprints outside would have been long burned or washed away with the changing weather, how the fire started would have been impossible to discern, and nothing like any clothing or hair or similar materials were left behind to be found.
In the reality of the past, what Ferran did eventually find took more than an hour; he lost track. But he was working alone, limited to mundane expectations, and exhausted from his ordeals physically and mentally. The tiny shards of black magical crystal scattered inside and outside of the former bedroom window were difficult to spot amongst the charred ruins even for someone at their best.]