Del: We rather suspect your husband has lost himself, Agent. A mind-reading magical girl confirmed that he genuinely intended to stay where we put him. Presumably he’s having one of his fugue states, and can’t recall his own intentions.
Dex: He hasn’t had those — not even the really short ones — for more than a year now!
Del: Which is precisely why we didn’t plan for it. I suppose some sort of stress has pushed him into a relapse. Can’t think what that might be.
Dex: If this is a setup . . . If you’re using him, or putting him in danger as a scheme to bring me in . . .
Del: Give us a little credit, darling.
Dex: What, as if the Secret Order of Monster Hunters wouldn’t be that ruthless?
Del: As if the Secret Order isn’t that desperate to get you back.