"Maybe you're supposed to do somethin' else, too," Daniel said, punctuating with a jab to Whistler's arm. "Besides. Who needs to see the future to... maintain the balance?"

What the hell did that mean?

"There's gotta be other ways t' throw your weight around. Oh. Heh heh." He lifted his glass. "Weight, balance. See what I did there?" He sipped at the brew.