Obeying Istredd's instructions, he focuses on those electric blue eyes and tries to relax. How does that saying go, about eyes being the windows to the soul? Now it's sort of like a door to his mind. Wilhelm feels something, like a tickle in his brain, a presence at the edge of his thoughts. He keeps measuring his breaths, in and out, until he feels that something leave, and then he sags into a sigh.

He studies the slip of paper Istredd hands him. Although his magic — that bestowed on him by the Singularity — requires no incantation, he has some experience with it. He'd needed to recite a few words to activate the shield that protected him, Lucifer, and the Maresh brothers when they combatted the fires consuming Nott.

"I just need to say it, right?"

So he does, with all the conviction he feels, and he waits for something to happen.