[-- somehow, the same glitch allowed him infinite capacity to understand in the instant.

Ignoring the tea that was fucking up his custom leather shoes for yet another time in less than a month, Waver ignored this Barbie look alike and drew out a cigarette. Lighting up gave him an excuse to breathe, and the burn of nicotine helped him focus.]

... You remind me of my sister.

[He said mildly. ]

She's always trying to get a rise out of me.

[He sighed, smoke pluming around them like the whispers of fog over the sea. Looking up at her with clear eyes that were the same color as wintry green ocean, he added: ]

Lady. My peers call me the worst kind of mage for a reason.

I don't believe such a thing as the Root of all Knowledge or access to the Akashic Records exists.