Of course, it's not his fault.

[He will be. Iskandar can reasonably extrapolate from that. Waver is a magus. Was before he came here at least. This one apparently is too and Waver's future student at that. Does that mean his boy would grow up to be a teacher? Ha! Excellent! He knew he has a talent!]

And I see it is not yours either. It's this cursed mist. It makes all kinds of people go crazy.

[Like he's precious boy trying to do what? Claw his future student heart out? Because Iskandar can't make sense of those wounds otherwise. He sighs.]

I swear if this is someone's doing and I'll ever find out who did it, I am going to feed them their own liver. How sick you have to be to put the whole city in such a danger?

[Because throwing casual threats is very reassuring. Iskandar looks at Waver. The boy is breathing but he's still not waking up. Did he mess up the spell? Did turn out too strong? Or is it just exhaustion and wounds? Now, he's starting to worry. He can't do anything before he brings the boy home so he turns his attention back to Flat.]

You have a name, kid?