Hunter looks up, to where Flapjack has been watching from a branch overhead in silent support. He's not even sure the palisman can hear them, but the cardinal bobs his head as if in agreement with Raine.

"He is. And I'm lucky to have him." Though he's pretty certain Flap knows more than he lets on.

Back to the original point, what Raine said has been cycling through his head. It sounds easy when they say it - "if you feel like you're a Witch, you are one" - but it doesn't feel easy, not with so many unanswered questions.

"I don't know what he wanted. I thought I did, but..." He's got a sigil. When he received it, he was still loyal to his uncle, to the Coven, to his duties. But now it was a clear sign that nothing he did would ever have been enough. He was never meant to outlive the Day of Unity.

Hunter sighs, tired. "Thank you, Raine, for...being cool about this."