"So are you really with the Brotherhood?"

"No." He considered a moment, before adding, "They don’t exist."

"You’ve checked?"

"A mythic organization from the dawn of time, used to strike fear into men lacking in strength of will?" Shadow replied, "I don’t have to check. They don’t exist."

"So..." Sabin grew quiet. Not that it would last; he seemed to have a habit of making conversation out of even the smallest thing. And while Clyde appreciated it, on a certain level, Sabin was sharper than Shadow had first given him credit for.

"You’re from Doma, then?"

"…Now you’re just guessing."