[ Her reply - the vehemence of it in particular - catch Cisco off-guard. He knows, of course, that Lucretia intends to go back home, but he didn't realize that she felt quite so urgently about it. On a normal day, it might make him feel a little defensive. After all, he'd chosen to stay in this place precisely because he thinks it's not all that bad. Better, certainly, than back home. But in his current frame of mind, he's struggling to remember why he likes this place so much. ]

Hey, I'm perfectly happy to advance the time table and suggest some kind of direct action right here right now. Rushing in's usually not my style, but all this bullshit's got me feeling pretty damn impulsive.

[ Perhaps if they could locate whichever wizard and warlocks and sorcerers had been responsible, they could get them to reverse the effects, maybe issue a public apology, swear they wouldn't do it next year? He has no actual plan, no idea how they'd go about it. Cisco shoves his hands into his pockets and admits, with more emotion in his voice than he'd intended. ]

I'm just sick of feeling fucking helpless.