Daniel breathes out, long and slow, in what is less of a sigh and more of a statement of multifaceted exhaustion.

"Bottom line," he says finally, each word unstressed and even, his gaze unwavering, "I don't really know where to start with this one. I know it's, all of it, it's complicated."

Except it isn't, really, and that's the prime issue. Seth had gotten to see up close the shades of black and white that occasionally existed in Daniel's world, and then he'd been the victim of them. If there was any way to ease someone into the kind of work Daniel did, the Rift chose the poorest possible way to go about doing it.