"And then," says Magnus, blatantly ignoring the question. "I met Alex. Alex is... you know, just as fucked over by prophecy as the rest of us, but she's, like." He smiles, because he's thinking about Alex. "So given to change. You know? And you can't be with someone like him without just really learning how to live in the moment. Figuring out smaller ways to take control over your destiny, here and there. Prolong the inevitable. Then I came here, and I met Galahad. He's like me, you know? Screwed by fate, and all that. But..."

Here, Magnus makes direct eye contact with Lancelot. "There's another way. If I keep my sword here, he can't get back to the Nine Worlds to release Fenris Wolf and start Ragnarok and kill my dad. Neither me nor Galahad are, like, gods' pawns anymore. We're not... we're not fulfilling some prophecy we've been told is our future. Do you see what I'm saying?"