"I got an idea." Atchmon started mockingly. "Why don't you just teleport yourself back? Oh, that's right, you can't! God, if I could do magic, I wouldn't be wastin' my time making clothes. I'd be doing cool shit, like teleporting!" he fired back at her, only to lash out his own hurt. Not wanting to show any weakness. Not wanting to show how much her leaving scared him. 