"Nah, it makes sense but that doesn't sound right." Garrot chuckles, and dismissively waves one of his hands. He's not bothered yet. "If she doesn't die then the world ends, right? We're still here, so she dies." The doctor absentmindedly sort of strokes at his beard. They're literally just spitballing, it's not like they know how magic works.

"Maybe she does die, but she just has, like, a ton of lives. Like a cat!" His eyes light up at that, even though that isn't how cats really work. Things die when they are killed, Garrot. Except the Wizard. "She's like a magic, shapeshifting cat that we get to smash until she learns better than to fuck with us!"

Garrot's eyes are still just as excited and vibrant, and upbeat as before. He is very obviously only staying on this train of thought because it's the Wizard...