[By now, he's about done with his own meal. Weir can carry on a conversation while being immediately aware of how food should not go to waste — old habits.]

But those that do not… Like your warlock fellow. Is that the sort of trouble they cause? The sort that unwinds the fabric of time and reality?

And how is that TROUBLE when it is, in your tiny mind, so ͓̽f͓̽a͓͓̽̽r͓̽ ͓̽f͓͓̽̽r͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽m͓̽ ͓̽y͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽u͓̽? You are asking the wrong questions, River-child, if you want to know about this woman and the REAL pains she may cause.

...Why were you there, exactly?

̷T̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷̷e̷ it is.