[ Something almost sad crosses Matt's face at the mention of counting himself among Abel's friends. Still, he nods, giving a murmur of, ] Father Abel.

[ Though if he was discomfited by what Abel had to say before, now Matt's visibly shaken. He shakes his head slightly, but doesn't interrupt. When Abel questions him, he's quick to protest: ]

It's not like that.

[ He swallows. ]

The things I can do, this-- [ A jerk of his head towards the floating sword. ] --magic. It doesn't come from me. It moves through me, but it's bigger than I am. I don't think we have to decide exactly what to do yet, but when we do ...

It won't be just us.