Predictions. Probabilities.
They were all attempts to grasp the unknown and mold it into something measurable.
No, perhaps attempt at something comprehensible.
Yet, at their core, both were guesses.
Predictions relied on knowledge, experience, and patterns of the past. Probabilities accounted for variation, randomness, and likelihood.
One was built on insight, the other on calculated uncertainty.
But neither guaranteed the truth.
A prediction could be wrong. A probability could betray expectations.
And yet, they were necessary.
But dealing with any of these required a certain amount of risk. You'd be risking everything on a prediction—or worse, a probability.
Nightwalker knew he could break her. From the moment she said she'd be going for the next trial, he'd been putting certain measures in place.
But there were still uncertainties at every turn, if she'd pick her husband over the train was a prediction, if she'd pick the train over the trial was another.
