[Alaric nods at the first part, but... well, of course he's not going to get away with just that. Blanche continues and Alaric's gaze darts. He rests his elbow on the arm of the chair and then his chin on his hand, looking out the window.]

It's not something that should be happening, and I don't know how it's possible. I don't like it.

[That's putting it very simply, but that is what it comes down to.]

It's not... That's not how I do things. I plan and calculate and consider - and when I mess up, those mistakes are my own. It's... difficult, to feel like I've lost control over making my own decisions, because these visions or whatever are showing me that there isn't a decision to be made.

[.....isn't that getting hung up on the wrong thing entirely?? Alaric groans.]

I don't know how to explain it. I don't like it.