“I don’t think you know who you’re talking about.” James jerked again, and she could see a brief flicker of magic from his horn. “I lived in a van for most of my life. I couldn’t afford those Pioneering boot camps people go to—remember the ads? We’ll get you to space in two years or less…” he sang the jingle for a few seconds, trailing off only once she pulled on the rope. “Well, I couldn’t do that. So, all I could do was get more degrees than literally anyone else in the world. Learn everything I could about a subject no one cared about anymore. I wasn’t rich either. I had so much student debt back home… I must’ve died with like a billion dollars, maybe more. But they kept giving me loans, so…”