[He sits down on his bed, and listens. Lips forming a thin line at the mention of a castle, but he doesn't say a word about it.]

It's like something's missing. Or... just out of reach. [He looks at his own right hand before explaining.] I wasn't much of a mage, myself. Someone tried to teach me, but illusions can only work so long as they last. And when I finally got some of my borrowed powers back on Crystallis, I don't know how many times I tried returning to Castle Oblivion only for nothing to manifest.

[Not to mention how using healing magic just feels... wrong to him. Like it goes against everything he was ever made to do. Yet he knows better than to bring it up.]