Yeah...[His eyes drift away.] I figure that's what happened with the kid from back home. Where he came from was screwed up. Something happened that wasn't supposed to. So he got put here for a while, and now he went back where he should be.

[Back where his dad is alive.

He snorts as something occurs to him.] Could be I got taken out of the real world for a reason, too.

[Maybe it's better off without him.

Felix's antennae twitch. He appreciates the attention. His trainer has been in a Byronic mood, he thinks, but he has refrained from pushing Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Formed from a Skull toward him. He doubted it would help.

Blake shrugs heavily.] Yeah, wanted to be a football player for a while there like every dumb kid. Pretty soon busting bad guys sounded better, and that was something I could do for real.

[His brow furrows.] Wait. The circus?

Kid, for the love of god, tell me you're not a clown.