[Waver didn't expect an even handed response. Clock Tower had always been a matter of Waver making a suggestion only to be cut down and told he was wrong.

Maybe he read this witch wrong.

Either way, Waver wonders if she can read minds as well, based on that summoning a giant familiar comment. He hadn't told a soul about Rider yet, or the Holy Grail War in general.]

That second part of what you can do, that'd be considered rare for us, but extremely and insanely powerful. There's only a few people known to ever pull off dimension travel. [It was a proper Magic, the kind of thing everyone else tried to copy.]

Well, it can take different forms, but yeah, the card example is pretty much what I'm used to. Those cards would be passed down, but the next family member is assumed to be more powerful than the last and will make improvements to those cards to reach the final goal.

[Since all magi seek the Root, after all.]

It's probably not convincing on your end. [Waver is young, and still rash, and very much bad at admitting he's wrong. But he can at least recognize, thanks to this whole experience coupled with the present conversation, that the magecraft he's grown up with isn't the only game in town anymore.

Untraining those lessons out of him is a lifetime's worth of work. He just has no idea how to express that.]