"Yeah, the apocalypse battle." Magnus is quiet for a moment, swinging his legs, grateful -- not for the first, or second, or even tenth time that day alone -- that Galahad is the kind of guy who lets him gather his thoughts. He loves his friends back home, but Mallory in particular loves quick, witty banter. He can keep up, but this is... nice. (He doesn't want to think 'nicer.')

"I had this thought. About the prophesies."