“Sometimes I honestly wish I didn’t,” Stephen admits. “It’s an ugly sort of calculus, burning up your own life. Plus sacrificing others, sometimes.”

He doesn’t elaborate. Instead, fidgety and restless, he picks up a quill from the table and spins it between his gnarled fingers. And there’s something to what Mobius said which is nagging at him, and maybe he’s reading too much into it, but:

“There are people within Riftwatch who literally want to see you dead? — or do you mean, the whole mage-templar war. Thing.”