The prophet raises his eyebrows, but doesn't question the question before paging through his charts. Occasionally he glances up at the sky above them, as though checking it over and comparing. Squint back at the paper. Finally he mutters, "Well, that doesn't make much sense," before looking back up at Corwin. "There's a chance in your fate to return to what you once were, but it's one that will be lost through inaction. I hope that means more to you than it does to me."