Those years had opened him up, made him more relaxed, more tender, and yet now he's stuck with that feeling of how he was raised. The Sons of Ipswich. Above everyone. It isn't where he wants to be, and yet he finds it hard to open himself up sometimes and let his guard down.

"Not so pessimistic. Just realistic. If my choices are no magic or an early death, I won't give up magic. Not after so many years of knowing how amazing it is. That you're willing to help though? That means so much to me. I..."

He stops then, head canting slightly. "They have their place and aren't as horrible as many people think but... Are we going to crowdsource my, I don't know, cure?"