"Living in a gate…you gotta admit, that's nuts." Kazi tapped at the table. "Especially these tables. How did you get used to them?"
"Who said I ever did?" Gregory said, earning a chuckle from Kazi. "You live and adapt."
"And your wife and daughter…you must be happy."
"I am."
"What era did you fight in? 1961?"
"Mhm. I suppose at the White Abyss, not even a decade has passed?"
"I'm not a natural resident."
"Oh, right." Pause. Blink. "No, no…you can't be. You're…you're too strong." Gregory squinted and leaned back on his chair. "I'm a sensor. I can tell."
Kazi smiled sheepishly, leaning forward and placing his crossed arms forward. "It's not like I'm hiding my power."
"Your magical energy is absurd. It's Class Five, no doubt about it. And your garbs are nothing special either. How did you…?"
Kazi's left eye pulsed. "Can I ask why you quit?"
