[ Lucretia doesn't respond to his protest. There's nothing she can say. She knows it doesn't make any sense, especially to him. She just doesn't have all the answers he's looking for.

All she can do is give him the answers she does have. She sighs, running a tired hand through her hair. ]

Okay. Uh...

[ Shit. Where does she even start? There's so much he doesn't know. How much does he need to know, in order to make any sense of it at all? ]

You know the Light. [ Of course he does. ] And you know that the Hunger is...chasing it. Looking for it.

We found a way to...to hide it. To...split it into pieces, so that the Hunger couldn't track it, so -

[ She breaks off suddenly, dropping her head, her voice low. ]

Magnus, whatever I tell you here, if - when you go back to your own time -

[ God, she hopes it's when. ]

You can't share this with anyone. It could be dangerous. It could change the future. Do you understand?