"Is that, uh, normal where you come from?" he asked. Aubrey can't do that, even with her magic expanding like it is. He shook his head. "Just uh, try not to poke around too much, okay?" he asked. At least he didn't have to try to lie. He hated trying to lie. He was never any good at it.
His jaw tightened. "He died so a fucking tree could get gardening tools," he said. "I shoulda been able to stop it. What the fuck's the point of being Chosen if shit like this still happens?"