[ That comment of King Arthur’s, that they might be able to use their magic when they return home, he hadn’t heard it. His mind quickly turns, considering the possibilities. If he’s able to go home, even at the exact moment he left, would his kinetic magic be powerful enough to resist an explosion? Could he survive? Could he lift the Pope’s flagship and dash it against the rocks?

When Walter speaks again, his eyes dart over to the boy, and the expression in them changes: from his usual placid or playful expression (that hides a multitude of feelings), to a kind of steely glitter. ]

I was in the middle of a naval battle, and then I abruptly found myself in a strange land. Who wouldn’t think they’d died?

[ He grins. ]

Of course, that wasn’t the case. Hm! As if that old man could beat me.