"You know way more about the mythical connections and philosophy of pomegranates than I do. I don't know, I got people I gotta get back to." He rubs his palm with his thumb as he thinks of what he's been wanting, just fidgeting as he turns from the promises of magic tattoos.

"What did you lose?" A lot of people have lost stuff. Ripped away from fathers in danger, families that need them, lost magic (???), powers that he can't even begin to understand. And him, without the last person that gave him any sort of hope.

But he knows a lot of the people here also lost shit long before some self-righteous head yanked them out of fuckin' reality.