"I'm not a god," Magnus says, emphatically. He's -- honestly? A little relieved that his idea has been so firmly squashed. "We can keep it on the back burner for now, I guess. I did promise you I'd be careful with --"
He frowns, then looks at Sagramore. "Why did I promise you I'd be careful?" He can remember the shape of what led up to it, but just that much. He prods at the memory; it's like it's enshrouded in fog. "We were talking about... something?"
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He frowns, then looks at Sagramore. "Why did I promise you I'd be careful?" He can remember the shape of what led up to it, but just that much. He prods at the memory; it's like it's enshrouded in fog. "We were talking about... something?"