In my time, yes. Before, there were a few Spirit mages, but I'm the only one now. [And maybe it's clear from the way his shoulders droop a little what, exactly, that means for him. There's a weight on his shoulders he sometimes wishes wasn't.]

Five months? Such a long time... [Tris's expression turns a little sad. Would he be here that long? In five months he was supposed to face Arontalla and prevent the Obsidian King rising again. He needed to be home.]

But if she required help to fight something then why not simply tell us? What use are we in her war if we cannot properly prepare to fight, if we do not know our enemy and how to face them? [Tris grit his teeth for a moment and then sighed.]

Forgive me. I was brought here to this place when I should be preparing to fight my own war in my world.