"Any magic? Quite a lot now, as it happens. I managed one potion on my own, but it was..." He laughs because it's funny now. Funnier than when he'd woken up in a hospital bed. "Well, I clearly did something wrong."

Or something right, as that's what ultimately got him into Lethe. "I can't produce fire from my fingertips or anything like that. Most of our magic involves rituals or enchanted objects or potions. And most of those have to be done at a nexus of power."

For a moment, he feels a little sad for a Darlington who might have grown up in a world where magic would never be accessible to him. "Is that what it means to be a warlock? Someone who can wield magic?"