A war? [Oh, look, magic powers. That's something that Zag wouldn't be able to do, even if those he grew up with have some sort of similar ability, and he thinks he'd never get tired of it.

He chuckles, slightly bashful. When putting things this way, everything about his endeavors feels small, especially in contrast with eternity.] Not quite. I was just bad at my work, and she was very strict. I suppose we were both under a lot of pressure. Nothing dangerous like that. [Although they kept killing each other at each escape attempt of his later.]