"With you?" Magnus asks, and nods. "Yeah. Someday. But --" A shaky breath, deep enough that it almost dislodges another spate of tears. He lets it go slowly. "The giants set up a magic portal on me and Alex's lane, so that our balls were traveling, basically, this really long road that was impossible for a bowling ball to get down, while their lane was normal and they could play normally. I had to burn away the illusion with my, my summer." His fingers twitch with the memory. "Alex had to turn into an bear and destroy their lane and then turn into an elephant on her next turn and throw her ball with so much force that all the pins in the entire place, in all lanes, fell over. And then we still barely got away with our lives." His breath hitches. "That's what today felt like. Pointless and rigged." Another tear leeches out, despite himself, and he sniffles. "Galahad, I'm so tired of fighting."