Felih tilts his head. "Why not?" he asks, curious as ever, before considering his other answer.

"I... see," he says, though he can't help but wonder what it is that Mortimer can't tell him. He sighs and shakes his head, before considering something.

"There's... something else I'd like to ask you. You- all of you Arcana- have immense, incredible power. You took beings from all universes and worlds, even those that could be called gods, and you subjected them to your will, your game. You can do anything- can't you?"

His ears are pinned back, but he asks softly,

"...can't you bring my mate back?"