[ His eyes narrow slightly - but it's in thought, not suspicion. He takes a slow breath through his nose. Six months ago, he'd have thought this was mad nonsense. But that was before he'd gone through all this mind-melting-memory-plundering nonsense. Skepticism seemed less rational than credulity, now. ]

And the origin of this stupor is...magical. Not financial or criminal. Something deeper than that. [ A little purse of his lips. ] That's why your bully - Henry - why he went mad? Got blamed?