[ he's standing there a little shell-shocked, actually, from the acuteness of the memory. one hand over the mark on his chest, fingers pressed in slightly, as if to relieve pain. ]

... In a sense. It is the origin of the mark - the explosive nature that I carry in my chest. It absorbs magic, though to call it magic itself-- it is not a magic I am entirely familiar with, but it must be of a kind.