[ let's not run down the hopeless road of hopelessness. he just sneakily send his Seelie best friend off to the University because he thought she'd be safe—joke's on you, trickster. ]

We do have forewarning to the very least. [ he rubs the back of his head, pursing his lips in thought. ] Though we'll quickly run out of places to go.

[ his gears are turning, here, but it is a terrible memory. not the blood, not the shards, but the nature of reality being warped into what it became. ]

We may find a way to dismantle them, or at least make efforts to do so. I doubt they'll be more accommodating in Troichean Beinn a second time. We'll need to be twice as sneaky.