“Sort of. Yes. His is different. Lots of, um, incantations and things. I guess it's the same idea, just a different method.”
He's seen Wolfgang's method. Toys and weird stuff with eggs and shit.
“The spheres are, um...” Wolfgang squints upwards, screwing up their face the way they do when they're thinking hard, and count off on their fingers. “Correspondence, forces, um, matter, time, prime, spirit, entropy, mind... life. I think, in English anyway. It's some kind of fancy words for kind of broad concepts.”
They're actually not sure if they're supposed to be telling him all this, but if anyone has a problem with it they can go get fucked anyway, for failing to intervene when Wolfgang was a child. They had to do it all themself.