I got lucky, and luck’s a terrible thing to rely on when you can’t predict it. If even the slightest thing had gone differently in the Fourth War- [He clicked his tongue and drew a finger swiftly past his throat.] But I guess there’s worse to believe in than ‘things tend to work out for me, so may as well try’.

[He got to his feet with some effort and support from the cane he carried with him, leaning back against the wall.]

And then sometimes it’s desperately throwing an alchemist’s firebomb at your ex-professor that’s out to kill you just in case doing the stupidest thing imaginable keeps you alive.