"If it's anything like the Eye, it's looking for information, and it's not going to tell you what until it's too late," Gerry warns. The server doesn't even look at them weirdly when he drops off their drinks, used to this kind of talk out of Gerry, at least.

"The thing is, a lot of these Fear traps are designed to make you feel helpless. Getting the hell away is usually the smartest choice, at least up till a point. Don't investigate, don't fight back, just up and leave. But if it's taunting you with having killed someone, it's... probably too late to get a clean break. Hm."

With a clink from the pewter ring he's wearing, Gerry taps his finger on his glass, thinking. "Typically at that point, the best countermeasure is to get a different Fear involved. Not sure how yours work in that regard. It doesn't seem like your Fears are the same fourteen we had. The Eye wouldn't be caught dead doing Flesh stuff. Huh."