"Two months is very fair, thank you." Negotiating the potential murder of his already dead mentor, completely reasonable. Istredd has no idea at this moment in time what he'd do if Stregobor showed up tomorrow. There are already too many emotions going on. He might be so relieved he's breathing that he would give him two months before realizing he was a lost cause.

He moves onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. Istredd threads their fingers together though, holding some point of contact. "Linhardt asked me if my leaning into mental magic was a choice, but it wasn't. Stregobor pulled me out of the group, said I had the temperament for his specialization. He molded me into his protege." And the young and shy Istredd felt special because of it. That sort of attention meant he'd probably survive too, that he was safer.

"They make you grateful for keeping you alive, so your life is theirs forever. I should be happy they're dead. Yenna plans on restarting but ... training the right way. Not like how we were raised." Changing the toxic pattern, now that the old guard is dead, and the organization was burned down. It could be restarted with a different approach.