Autor isn't sure what to make of this change in the wizard. One moment he was nearly shaking with rage, and now he's sucking the light out of the room. The boy sits back, taking in Rabastan's slumped posture and the way he stares at the floor.

"I see," he whispers.

Then, after a bit, he smiles at Gideon. "And how reliable is this one, as opposed to the one in the front room which may as well be its double?"