....
...GENIALS MANSION - BALCONY...
The notebook hit the wall and fell.
Genius stared at where it had landed, pages open, notes scattered that had taken hours to write, and made no move to pick it up.
"Okay." He said to the air. "Let's see if I understand this."
Silence.
"I have no way to deduce them. Like, I can't use logic for feelings."
He stood there.
"Shit."
"Sir." The butler Badru appeared at the balcony entrance, quiet as always, tray in hand, with the expression of a man who had seen this scene before and knew something specific had to be said now. "There is a saying my grandfather used to repeat. He said reason is a lantern. Good for lighting the road. But no lantern can illuminate what came before the darkness."
Genius looked at him.
Then looked toward the horizon.
"Nah..." He started, in the tone of someone about to refute it.
He stopped.
