[ He frowns at his plate, picking at the food. There is a sense he is only reluctantly eating, like he knows the sustenance is important but finds no enjoyment from it. ]

I thought that city would be the end of it, [ he mutters. ] That when I disappeared, I would finally be granted my rest. Now I am here, stripped of my magic, stripped of my sight, told that I yet have a chance to save my world.

[ He viciously jabs his fork into a cut of meat. ]

Ought I to be happy about any of this?