"They're nearly inextricable by now, I would hope," Benedict murmurs, but it's not uncommon for little details to surface and cause doubt on the matter: the mages may be an indispensable part of Riftwatch, but they're still mages.

"I-- yes. Of course." He shakes his head, straightening slightly, preening his hair back out of his face; if nothing else, his years here have taught him how to treat people.
It seems like a reasonable end to the conversation, but before he can let it go completely, Benedict feels compelled to ask:

"--and people would-- do this to themselves on purpose? Request it?"