"I don't believe I ever did say such a thing, no..." He's resuming the stroll at his easy, rocking pace, granting her plenty of time to look around as they go. There are berry brambles ahead, full of scratchy thorns but also glistening dark blackberries ready for picking.

"It's not common and it's not even widely regarded as... real, anymore, but it does exist. And one of its practitioners was planning the downfall of mankind and the world at large. I've yet to encounter a world in which she's succeeded, but in the Nexus it's hardly out of the question that I might yet." He gives a weary kind of sigh, gaze going slightly distant, and that's a somewhat familiar look but on him it's more melancholy than crazed.