Kell looks away. Darkness crawls, staining the bright red of his magic. Staining it black, like ink spilled. An accident, but impossible to hide.

"Personal history. A long one. Not exactly flattering."

He's been there. Full of pain and anger. Willing to do anything, and everything, to stop the catastrophe from happening. A consequence of one, grievous mistake. Just because he got played. They both got played. Then there was blood and death at the end of it, and Kell was ready, desperate enough, to try anything to fix it.

He looks back, smiles, bows his head slightly in apology.

"Sorry, I didn't want to drag the conversation down."