This should come as a surprise to absolutely no one, but it bore repeating. With everything that had transpired; every nonsensical strip of bullshit he had to put up with; every cut, bruise, broken bone, sore and spilt ounce of blood, one would rightly ask where he drew the line. Handy learned the hard way long ago to stop drawing the line, for that way led disappointment and madness. That way led disbelieving pretty pony princesses could move the bodies cosmic every night and day and then seeing for yourself that they, in fact, did. That way led believing the stars did not change for uncounted billions of years, accounting for the fact they were lights of oftentimes long dead stars an unfathomable distance away… and then seeing the star constellations change from week to week. Magic, faeries, ghosts, haunted forests, dragons… curses… all of this just reaffirmed the human of that humble truth: that all that he truly knew was that he knew nothing. 