"I'm not...angry at all the testing and shit. Seems tenuous that a solid thump to the skull would be enough to make that magic or whatever let go for long. Gave me enough wiggle room to fight it off, but...I mean, even I'm worried it could come back. Seems like that's not the case, though. And with the disco stick sent off," with an impatient wave of his hand, "somewhere else, maybe with no one controlling it, it might not be a direct threat."

He glances at Phil, then down at the table. "Sorry. For...y'know, everything."