Watching. He was tired of it. To remain hidden. He longed to act once more, to feel muscles tightening and the thought frustrated Varger. Again he had felt that distance should be maintained for now, he had no convincing lie as to his true nature and would rather dodge the subject all together.
Spirits crossing over had been a shock when he had seen it. He had thought such a thing impossible, the fantasy of early man but clearly not. He wondered if Jormungander had anything to do with the book and this was all a set up but dismissed the idea. There was a mystery here, one he had no clue about. He didn't like that, it made him vulnerable.