The request settles heavily, but he nods, sharp focus dulling as study pulls inwards.

"I recall forest," Marcus says. "Running through it. I had just eaten. A man, hunting him to the edge of a river, killing and eating him. There's no memory of that," has a faint tinge of relief, "only remembering it, and tasting blood. Feeling full. After everything, I remember it being like,"

and here he pauses, an ordering of thoughts as he taps ash from his cigarette, brow drawing at the centre. "I'd gone to Adjei's world, during that time in the Crossroads. I'd had abilities like he has, and I'd taken on a wolf shape. There were a few days where I'd become lost in it, its instincts overtaking any sense of myself. The ability to think as a person would. That's how this memory felt."

Maybe, somewhere in there, more reason that he is doing this. Something that cleaves closer to the bone and is more difficult to express than simply we are, both, mages.

"You said you don't use this ability anymore," is a prompt, turning the conversation back over to her for handling.