Maybe somewhere out there, in another world, it's all the opposite. Men wear wedding chains and black tattoos on their fingers while they mind the children, and the women sit on council seats.

[ He lets out a huff like a laugh, though it lacks all that much humor. That's only the same problem turned around the other way. But these things seem ingrained in humanity so deeply that they traverse universes. It's funny how it seems that in most worlds, witches are hunted down and burnt at the stake, Wanda had only just recently said to him.

She's not wrong about the last part, either. If not for Rousma and the trouble she would get in, maybe he would've really tried to leave. But also - Rathal'pesha was both prison and home. What he missed of that place is here, in his domain. He can touch the familiar, cool stone within the temple. He can summon the scent of pine trees and incense. He can bring what he remembers of the old tomes from the libraries, the ones he likes with the illuminations (he's so, so tired of reading). He can even sleep on his old cot, if he wanted to.

He brought a piece of John's house here. Horizon can give them that much, when they miss it. ]