Despite the grim manner of the subject, Cyrus couldn't help a dry laugh. "People tend not to think of the consequences of their wishes. The laws of magic do not like to interfere with fate." He would knew, since stopping a fated death was what had set him to this fate of serving others.

"You do not have to decide now. Please, feel free to take time to consider your wishes." He bit his lip before he asked if he was to remain in his bottle or if he could return to his apartment. It wasn't for him to decide.