Lee had far too many questions to know where to begin.  Assuming the tales of people with abilities approaching magic were true, Axel's story seemed to support one of the other aspects of those tales -- many of the extraordinarily gifted were also completely unhinged.  [i]It'd explain why he jumped off the roof,[/i] she thought, though not why he fell -- assuming flying wasn't also a delusion.  It was hard to say.  She'd always thought the stories where someone had multiple skills were just tall tales, but could there be some truth to them?

She rejected the entire idea of gods and past lives and the rest of his nonsense.  She did believe in God, but her views on the literal truth of the Torah were undecided, and in truth that mattered less than her actions.  If, perhaps, Axel was some sort of powerful...individual, perhaps he'd been cast out of his family?  His community?  Some sort of cult?  It was possible such people might think of themselves as gods, that didn't seem unreasonable.  And of course redemption would come from someone like them, another being superior to normal humans.

It made a weird sort of sense, if she thought about it that way.  The decision that she was the one that would help was awkward at best, and potentially dangerous, but for the moment she needed to take things one step at a time.

"Assuming I did believe your story -- and I'm not saying I do -- but if I did, what sort of help do you need, exactly?  I'm a dance instructor, not some sort of...miracle worker."  Her voice came out clipped, far more brusque than she intended, but the young woman was entirely uneasy and she couldn't hide it.  [i]If they want me to do something weird instead of teach dance I should charge them extra.[/i]  It was an inane thought, but sometimes humor was the best defense against things that would otherwise drive a sensible woman mad.