Please, Five. It's not a brag. You asked him to elaborate on powers and he delivered. He's getting a sense for the crater of a chip on the shoulder of the boy trapped in the psyche of an old man trapped in the body of a boy, though.

"Boyfriend," Mingyu clarifies, shaking his head. "He... He makes me look like a joke. You, too. And your siblings. Fox is a legend. Literally— There are legends about him. He kept a very low profile back in Toronto, more myth than man. Smart, capable, and driven. He was breaking down the status quo, taking magic the big families had under lock and key and bringing it to the masses. Reverse-engineering anything he could get his hands on. It made him enemies."

This part makes Mingyu's smile thin to a razor's edge.

"Someone took him. To force him to work on some kind of stupid, civilian-murdering, world-devastating destruction spell. A war machine. I was in the middle of unraveling who when I got picked up by this mess."