Oh, no. I enjoyed learning there immensely—the professors were largely compassionate and patient. Though part of my aptitude was simply the fact that my parents are both priests, that I was set to become one myself, and that magic is simply something we learn.

[That's simplifying it a bit and also sidestepping what he didn't like about it, but the two are largely unrelated to his expression.]

It's just that I don't think it's so simple to decide who will be a good student, or a good mage, by way of arbitrary rules no one really knows. Even their claims that it would keep out bad actors was proven false, not so long ago.

[As his explanation fades, they're allowed just a short reprieve before the next change—Sunday's explanation has his lips pressing together, thoughtfully.]

... yes, they might. Do you... know what sort of memories they usually house? And are they easy to use?

[He's definitely not asking this because most of his memories are tainted with anger or pain or guilt, up until the last few years. Honestly, he'd wonder if they were even compatible with him if not for the fact that they seem to be in some kind of dreamscape as it is.]