"He'd better steer clear." He finished.
People were fragile, he knew that. He still dreamed of being broken apart even when he'd lost pretty much every other memory... Magic only upped the chances of breaking... or healing.
"So maybe I'm the first." He finally managed, when he could put words together. "But I doubt I'm the last. You have Luxor... you have good friends... I'm starting from scratch. So start with me. Ok?"
Carneli