Not much longer, by his estimations with Istredd and Jack in Horizon. Frustration spikes as his gaze follows Wilhelm's hands into his pockets before lifting again, his mouth forming a thin, hard line.

"Wilhelm, listen to me." There's an edge of desperation to his voice. "Whatever you have been chosen for - this is a curse festering, not a blessing. You have to reject it. You cannot listen to them. You cannot trust them."

Even knowing it won't work here, he reaches forward again, pressing his hand against Wilhelm's chest. Under his breath he mutters a simple prayer, transitioning into the one protection spell he's learned in this world. It hums and buzzes in the air around them.