Because.

[Foster is impatient.]

It's a--a... what's the word. An epicentre.

The mages are fucking everywhere. They're pissing themselves about something. Demons are, too.

And fae.

[It's a lot more vitriolic than usual. Two weeks ago, he couldn't have given two fucks about the fae as long as they left him alone.

But then, therein lies the problem.]

You can't be stupid enough to say you haven't noticed.

[If you were stupid, Foster would not have continued treating you like a friend.]

The Sanctuary is--is too big a place with too many different kinds of magic. If anything's gonna explode, that's gonna be it.