[He answers it, anyway. It's not like he hasn't had time to make "peace" with that part of his situation. He spent a year in Aefenglom dealing with the idea.]

My guardian. [It was a mess of a dream, to be sure; about as scattered as his usual thoughts are. She probably has so many questions he's not capable of answering right now.] If that world hadn't removed my magic, too... I might have thought so.

[He pauses, thoughts nowhere near his usual inclination towards the logic of what happened. But maybe part of the problem is that he so rarely talks about his feelings.]

I guess... better the sword than him. [He only sounds half-convinced.]