Sorry.

[ He doesn't sound particularly sorry, like he didn't sound particularly grateful. It's easier to disconnect, sliding back into the calm it's so hard to push himself out of. ]

And mine's one of those worlds. [ But he also doesn't sound offended that she diagnoses his world as boring, either. Maybe it's not such a bad exchange, on her end. ] There are some people who pretend. Nothing real.

So what does being a genius mage involve? Researching fireballs?