Not exactly the most reassuring answer, and not the one Luka would have ideally liked to hear. He presses a palm to his still bloodied forehead, remembering all his illicit conversations and, then, imagining the Protector being privy to them. If Ten was correct, Luka might be much more of a fool than he'd ever care to imagine.

"Why do you think that?" He asks, eventually, his words soft. He's looking straight ahead, catching the brief flickers of light that reflect off the movement in the lake.

"That you'll lose all your magic." He clarifies. "Gyre and I were working on bringing the group together, kind of... and then Seth got killed. We're not working hard enough."