[ When she locks eyes with him, his blue-green eyes staring back, it's as if something hits the brakes on his own train of thought. Does magic exist? He kind of took it as a certainty that it had, but— ]

I... I don't know, actually. I'm not sure why I said that.

[ He frowns. That was the other mystery at play. Visions of something that was clearly another life — real or imagined, it was hard to say. Was it starting to bleed through? Is that why he thought magic existed? ]

For some reason I just assumed magic... had to exist. And now I'm not sure why. But if you could explain it with magic, you could explain everything with magic, I guess... [ He sounds more like he's trying to talk himself out of believing magic exists, now. ]

You've never seen magic, have you?