Horvath studies the cobwebbed ceiling absently, rather than give Dave any further looks that inspire him to foot-shuffling stammering guilt. He's bothered, but he's making an effort not to take it personally.

"Yes, I've... gathered. The version of me in this world is much the same as what you know, I believe. Balthazar's told me he's safely locked away in the Grimhold for the time being." His gaze drops, and he focuses on the dragonheaded cane. There's no talisman there, it's a necessary crutch, rather than a weapon.

"I can't say I don't understand why he'd be bitter. So am I. But my responsibility and love for my fellow apprentices was stronger than that, and always will be. He has much to answer to for betraying that. Balthazar and Veronica were my family."