There's something so oddly calming about this man, even if Martin knows he's not seeing what he really looks like. The concept of things like magic being real and not because someone's decided to be horrible to someone else is still a bit shocking, but-- well, there must be some places that can be so lucky. Too bad this isn't one of them, and who's fault is that? Ha. Haha. Ha.

Martin shifts a bit as he sits, idly fidgeting with his fingers, the skin around his nails as he listens. "Yeah, it... it's kind of weird to think, uhm-- I mean that magic is, uh, a thing? When it isn't because people are, uhm, b-breaking reality by drawing in the power of fear demons and stuff." It's amazing what he's had to get used to, that this seems more normal. He exhales as he tries to think of a better answer.

"What was it... like? Back, uhm, back where you're from. I guess the fears don't exist there like they do here?"