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Colin seems rather thoughtful for a moment.
"Would you like to help me? I have a thought experiment for you. Let's say you were... a senator. A big time, important senator. And the secret service intercepts a letter for you with some serious threat. Would you rather know, thinking you could defend yourself better this way and be prepared, or knowing would make you feel too nervous, and you'd rather let them handle the job on their own?"


Again, Sylvia's uncertain.  Colin's probably talking to Sarah, but while Sylvia's gaze swivels to the redhead, she finds herself thinking through the thought experiment.  She can't help herself.  "I'd want to know.  Choosing not to know is chickening out."


Before he forces himself to regain his composure, Colin looks at Sylvia for a moment in utter shock.
God and Great Spirit! That's what I'm doing?! I'm treating her like a coward? She's not like that!


"I think I'd rather not know." He makes a bwak-bwak chicken sound, and smiles at Sylvia. "I think you have to trust other people. If you have friends, employees, guards etc that are there to take care of these things for you, then you have to let them do what they can. To constantly micro-manage cheapens their efforts."


Sylvia raises a finger like a school marm.  "But willful ignorance leads to misunderstanding, and misunderstanding can lead to catastrophe."


Donnie laughs. "Where did you read that?"


Colin tries not to look eagerly at Sarah, but he does. It's her opinion what really matters after all.


Sylvia sticks out her tongue in a breezy, playful show of pique.  "I didn't read it.  I made it up.  I mean, really, does knowing imply micro-management?  Is the decision to stick your fingers in your ears and hum a little tune ever the right choice?"  She's on a roll, hopped up on caffeine.  "In horror movies, the guy who crumples up on the floor and says, 'No, no, no.  It can't be true,' is the one who gets eaten in Act II."


"Horror movies? I didn't think Caroline would let you watch horror movies. Not knowing something, ignoring a situation, and trusting others to take care of it are three distinctly seperate situations. You can't judge each one by the same standard. If you knew the murderer in Scream was coming after you, and pretended not to know, you deserve to get stabbity-stabbed. If you hired fifteen people to keep an eye out for said murderer and another five to guard you personally, what's the use in sitting there worrying yourself about it? It won't do any good."


"Well, maybe not that much protection..." Colin mutters, thinking that his little experiment is getting out of hand.


"But doesn't knowing give you a better chance of avoiding danger?  Like if Colin and Sarah knew there was a vampire after you--"  Horror movies seem to be the theme.  Maybe it's the season.  "--would you want them to stand guard outside your house while you did your homework, or would you want to take precautions?  Carve some stakes?  Wear a crucifix?"


"Well, ok. That's different. I was still going off Colin's 'senator' example. If I was just by myself, sure I'd want to know. But doesn't knowing something might happen cause a lot of grief too? if you aren't positive they are coming to suck your blood, and you stay up all night, garlic and stakes in hand, have you become a paranoid freak?being prepared for what life throws at you is one thing, being frozen in worry over may-bes or might-bes is anther."


Sylvia is willing to admit that undue worry could be a problem, but she articulates that concession in a series of inarticulate shrugs.  "Okay.  I kinda forgot the senator example.  I'd still want to know.  It might mean that, before I kissed a baby, I could make sure it wasn't a bomb."

"Donnie and his dragons... It's pretty cool.  Hey.. seeing how he's protector of a whole uh...dragon land you think I could help take care of Pip for him?"  Sarah grins merrily at the thought.  "I'd better not.  I'd have that little dragon too fat to fly in about two weeks."

To respond to Colin about her parents, "Yes... I did talk to them and it was... easy.  Too easy.  I think my parents have been replaced by spies."  When she sees a sudden startled look on Colin's face she amends, "Kidding... but I've been building up in my mind to this whole knock-down, drag-out yelling, screaming, crying event and they were all like I was asking to stay out an hour past curfew."  She mimics a sappy parental tone, "Superpowers honey?  Thats swell!  You go get those bad guys!  Oh and have fun!"

When Colin gets all serious about his vision she stops walking... not that she has a choice because he stepped in front of her... though she could just bump into him and distract him...
Giving a mental shake she asks, "What about your vision?  I know it was a rough one.  Did you finally figure something out about it?"

She considers for a minute all Colin said, "You might be right about Mart.  Maybe I'll get him some new wheels or something as a thank you.  Only problem is I can't tell him what its for.  I quizzed mom and dad and they didn't know of anyone with powers on either side of the family.  Maybe I got zapped by whatever hit Megan in the lab?  Makes you wonder if any of the workers or the firemen got hit with something as well."