As I stepped into his hone, I was struck with an odd sensation, or rather a lack of one I'd been feeling all of my life.
"There's no magic here."
He snorted.
"Of course not. That's a non-updating globe, a non-refilling torch, a non-sentient skull. One day the wizards are going to blow up all the magic, and I'll be just fine!"
"But if all the magic blows up, then the world will be destroyed, surely?"
"Maybe, and if so, I'll be dead anyway, so who cares?"
"I do!"
He snorted again.
"Why?"
"Because I care about you!"
"Abracadaba off."
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