You really think so huh. [That sounds like a big deal and he's not even sure how to feel about that. He didn't even save the world back home, just San Fransokyo. But it was a start.] Hopefully that means I can be the kind of magician we need to win this war.

The key to everything. [He repeats, sounding a little skeptical even as he looks at his fingers. They don't exactly glow in different colors, but he wiggles them a bit to see if he can get that far.] It's basically all just visualization and making my raw magic do whatever I want it to do. Like molding it with clay. [Or hammering it out, or rewiring it or whatever other analogy he can think of.] Are there limits?