[ His eye narrows, focus sharpens. He looks at Thirty-Five for a long moment. It's something he hadn't realized about the man, but it hardly matters what his name was once, it only matters what his name is now. ]

Stratagems, hm? It seems he had very few, given that you were I assume doing the work for him, in your own way. In a way...

[ He looked him up and down, a curl of his lip. ] Were you the actual one all along?

[ It's light, and teasing. Because he knows Thirty-Five's name now. ]

I have found that luck tends to round back on those who rely on it too much. Perhaps it was inevitable that yours found a target, hm?

[ He thinks of Jinx in that moment, his daughter whose luck seemed so notoriously bad that everything would fall apart eventually. Luck was always like that, wasn't it? ]

Ah, but do not fret. I'm not worried, after all. If I'm not, you shouldn't be. Worry about yourself, in the end.