For f**k"s sake. She was supposed to be the victim here. The prisoner.
“You don"t believe, do you?” she said. “You don"t believe any of this Omn s**t. You know the truth of what Vulpis discovered; you know all this is a charade.”
He didn"t answer her directly, didn"t look at her when he replied. “Actually, I"m not sure about Vulpis. A complicated man. Brilliant, of course; he saw clearly the possibilities of what was discovered here, when no one else did. But did a part of him believe his own stories? I"ve read his private journals and I"m truly not sure. Maybe, sitting up here alone all those times, communing, he did believe he was talking to a transcendent being, a creator god. Maybe he did think he was staring into the eye of the divine. He wasn"t evil, at least not in his terms. I
