"Sounds like it. I wish I'd gotten to the point myself, but I guess it's good to know that we do make it out of that hellhole in one piece. Relatively speaking, I guess."

Magnus finishes cutting the first cucumber, nearly slicing a chunk of his knuckle off as he neared the end. He pushes the cut pile to the side before starting on the next piece.

"No, before this place I'd never even met someone named Lup before, let alone an elf that looks exactly like you. All I get when I think too hard about it is static. Hell, half the shit she says comes out as static. I feel kinda bad, she seemed real bummed that I didn't know her."