"What? How is that possible?"
Cassarae hated Professor Broussard. The issue wasn't just that his actions would lead to the deaths of tens of thousands in all likelihood, but that he was also cruel enough to try and suppress her mother.
The entire reason for why her hand was forced was because the government tried to arrest her mother. They might as well have been watching fascism play out in real time.
However, even with this being the case, Cassarae hadn't thought that the Professor was actually a traitor. All things considered, the government wasn't stupid; how could they trust someone like that to be at such a high position?
No, even further, when was there even time for Professor Broussard to become a traitor in the first place? The System Cities weren't present during the Trial and they had only just appeared. Also, someone like Professor Broussard was the brains of the operation, not the muscle. He wouldn't be sent out to the field, so he wouldn't even have time to interact with the System Cities after they had already appeared.
Whether he entered the Trial or not, it didn't seem like any of this would be possible. It was ridiculous.
However... Cassarae had simply never seen Sylas be wrong before. At the very least, he wouldn't be wrong about something like this.
She took a deep breath and calmed herself.
"I don't know. But I'm 80% sure," Sylas replied.
Sylas could obviously think of the same things that Cassarae could, he saw all of the same problems with his theory. Another person would have dismissed the thought because of these alone. But Sylas wouldn't do such a thing.
It couldn't be said that he trusted his gut, but rather that he trusted his own intellect and what The saw with his eyes.
"Explain."
"There are several problems. First, have you realized that the portals here are in the same general proximity of one another as they are in the outside world?"
Cassarae frowned, not understanding immediately until it dawned on her suddenly.
Sylas nodded. "Those are tall odds. Portals usually have vastly different destinations. I've seen three portals in close proximity before. One led to Lone Star, one led to the Africor Continent, and the last led to our home town near Veridian.
"Portals are never so geographically consistent."
"Yeah, but that still might be a coincidence," Cassarae rebutted. "My portal isn't natural, remember? I just opened it up. It might be the case it's like this because of me."
"I thought of this as well, which was why I dismissed it at first. I even think that you're probably right even now, that it's nothing more than a coincidence."
Cassarae only became more confused, but this time, she didn't interrupt.
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