Psychological profiling. Yes, Melinda was now conducting a psychological profile on Evenson, but some of her thoughts could not exactly be called wild guesses.
Evenson had always bragged about knowing his own limits. But Melinda believed that was complete nonsense—he was just a coward!
What a Sorcerer Evenson was when it came to cherishing his own life. Whenever he encountered someone or an organization with even a little strength, confrontation was never his first choice. To most people, it was genuinely difficult to tell whether he was following his heart or truly knew his own limits. But how many times had Melinda worked with Evenson? More than Coulson had. So she could still tell.
For instance, when Evenson met someone weaker than himself, he could say that he was being modest and cautious by overestimating his enemy. When he met someone stronger, then naturally it was because he possessed ample self-awareness.
That was actually not bad. Sorcerers had always been the sort to grovel before the strong and throw heavy punches at the weak. But Evenson had achieved true impartiality—no matter who he faced, he cowered first out of respect. What was that called? That was equality among all beings, enlightened progress shining with the brilliance of humanity. On that point alone, Evenson was absolutely a glorious model among Sorcerers—the shame of Sorcerers.
"But even if Evenson doesn't possess that so-called self-awareness..." Melinda paused here, looking somewhat worried. "As time passes, he'll still come to believe that he isn't human, or that he's the only human, won't he?"
"Will he?" Coulson frowned deeply and asked uncertainly, "How long would that take?"
"Not very long." Melinda shook her head. "Perhaps he's already noticed something."
Coulson froze, then abruptly turned to look toward Skye's room. Something that might not be human had