He makes a derisive noise that might have been a snort if it was a little louder and contained a scrap of humor.
"Hearsay. Rumor. Suspicion. Guesswork," he rattles off. "Nothing solid. No one I would trust, with all their guesses. They're just--" one hand releases the shirt to wave wildly through the air-- "talking."
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Date: 2008-09-06 05:06 am (UTC)"Hearsay. Rumor. Suspicion. Guesswork," he rattles off. "Nothing solid. No one I would trust, with all their guesses. They're just--" one hand releases the shirt to wave wildly through the air-- "talking."