I wish I had the kind of magic to support the entire Glaive with healing sodas. [Healing potions, really. That sounded better.] But I'm pretty sure I'd pass out from exhaustion just from trying.

[Or maybe he would have, once. Imbued with the power of the Crystal, anything was possible.

That's gone too, now. Faded and far-away.]

But, uh. That's not why I asked you here. There's a lot that you don't know, about what happened between your last memory and mine. A difference in years.

[A fingernail taps against his soda can.]

I figured it's only fair for me to answer any questions you have about the... future.