Ronan interrupted Benny's reminiscences, questioning: "With such poor aptitude, how could you have advanced to Mist? Not to mention having been infinitely close to the Fifth Ring.."
Ronan had come through that threshold himself; he knew all too well its cruelty.
If Benny's aptitude were truly as he described it, it should be worse than Ronan's. The impurities in his soul, ignited by the God Burning Potion, would have been enough to turn him into ash.
In such a case, the one sitting in front of Ronan now should have been Fiona, holding Benny's urn.
"Believe it or not."
Facing Ronan's skepticism, Benny remained calm, "The truth is exactly as I said. Honestly, I too have questioned why my soul aptitude was tested so poorly, yet I did not find it too difficult when passing through the threshold to become an Official Wizard..."
Ronan frowned and listened on, for Benny had no reason to lie to him.
"I... am struggling to survive every day, to keep Fiona alive."
