He had a daughter. He had killed an entire race of beings to save her. He had a daughter. He had become the Winter Knight, gave in to Mab and her offer, to save her. He had a daughter! What the hell had he been thinking? Yes, saving her wasn't even in question. But didn't he have enough people who would love him in their debt, or owed him favors, or were just that nice that could have accomplished helping him save her without him selling himself out like that?
"Do you know why wizards don't fuck around with time travel?" he asked in a voice that was oddly clear and enunciated. He was definitely drunk, but it spoke volumes about his emotional level that he took the time to speak better than even when he was sober. He wasn't looking at Molly though. "It's not that we can't. Time travel is actually a very easy concept. Any moron with an ounce of talent could pull it off. If they ever thought about it."