"And that's fucked up. We've moved on since then. We don't send kids into firefights. We barely even let them go into bars."

He rolls his eyes at Hercules. "Someone stabbed me, that's all. One of the healers here tried her best with it and I got it cleaned and bandaged, but there's some sort of curse on it. Get used to that. Everything here is magic bullshit."

Dixon actually likes the fact that everything's magic; it means more people are in the same "what the hell?" boat as he's in. Nothing requires a logical explanation when it can be chalked up to magic.

He pauses. "But thanks for offering."