[ he isn't too proud to admit that she knows more than him. it's the idea that it matters that he denies most of the time. ]

Maybe. But then wouldn't it be flowing downriver? Whatever it is must be anchored here, somehow.

[ getting a sample to someone who can perhaps make more sense of it than they seems sensible. Jacob looks around them, scanning the area, before he follows his twin's gaze down again. The pattern is the same, less twisted now from the angle, just slightly mesmerizing to look at, and unsettling for how it defies all reason, being there. ... or maybe for other reasons as well, but he can't name them, so he won't try. ] Whatever we're doing, I'm not getting in that water.

[ because that's disgusting. ]