Don't I? [Head turning around, Jayce plays witness to the smoldering rise of ash, the distant wingbeat of draconic leather against sky, the faces drained of blood as a sea of bodies moved in all directions.]

If this is about, [teeth grit] how we've met before, kind of, that circumstance was... unreal. [Prophetic.] And I would rather we began anew.

[Screams pierce behind them as a new swathe of Achamites drown the vicinity.]