They forget everyone important to them. Everyone in-- [He stops when she turns, picking up on the sound as well.] Still being followed then, are you? [He tries to pull a weapon out of the ether, and for a moment it seems to solidify into a foot-long golden blade, whites out, becomes a similar blade but silver, and then is his stolen switchblade.

Fine.

Can't even get an angel blade manifest in the Horizon.

He lets her focus on the scouting creature, glancing up to the shadows flickering on the walls from her magic. He can see long-since dead vines clinging and and eating into the stone, a sight he had grown familiar with.

But with every tumble and flicker from the magic, life returns to them, as though pulling from the air itself--or her.

He doesn't draw his attention when he hears the creature shuffle closer.] Wanda. I'm not too... sure I'm joking. [There's a drawn-out hesitance to his voice. Cautious.] About them coming after you.