[his hands tighten on the cup, but not enough to break it]

I believe I have somehow just. Seen into your mind.

[give him a second, this isn't typical in any sense. How does he deal with it? His composure is obviously rattled, eyes darting everywhere in search of an answer, even to the wispy figure lurking somewhere off to his left but nowhere near enough to touch.]

I cannot say whether it was something that did happen, or something you think about happening, but I am certain I just saw your family in a funeral procession.