(for a while, he listens, just overall confused and on the edge of a heart attack with how hard it's beating in his chest.)

I barely age and I'm a mage. I'm a space-time anomaly, but I don't-- I don't know. At first, I thought it was because I was out of the shop. I'm not only myself, there's another me. I'm a consequence of his decisions.

He can never stay in one place, and I can never leave. We decided upon this as a price, as well as an attempt to stabilize things.

(nevermind the fact that he doesn't know that he's powerful enough to do that by himself. he never got that far in that dream.)

And now you tell me that it may not be so. I don't know what to think.