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Ingress pulls the practice knife, pointed upwards, through the air in a slow, careful motion. Her face is set in an expression of deep concentration.

"That does make sense," she says, watching the motion of the knife. "To thrust the knife up under the ribs, instead of through the ribs. I never thought about bones getting in the way."

If she's facing an attacker's back, this would work. If she's this close and facing their front, she can reach out and open the chest, killing the evildoer quickly without having to worry about bones and skill. She doesn't know quite how that's done, but she knows both Tom and Door have used the tactic.

It's important to have many options when it comes to saving your life, or the lives of others, and Ingress knows all her lessons will be of use at some point. She's enjoying Havelock's lessons especially, because this knowledge is brand new and extremely interesting.

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Havelock nods thoughtfully.

"I see," he says.

In a way, it makes sense, especially here. The different decisions offered by such a place as Milliways, and the different speeds that people's lives go by outside the place must affect the future - or the past, depending how you look at it.

So even though he has encountered people from his world, his future, who clearly recognised him in a way that is... suggestive that his life will go a certain way -- nothing is certain. It is both fascinating and sobering.

"You were a well known personage, then."

Were, are... tenses are tricky.

"I was. Am. Yes."

It's strange how easy it is to forget what could have been. Now that Tom's less a part of the Wizarding world than ever, it's even easier. He shouldn't forget. Truly.

"I received a second chance when I found myself brought here by magical means. I was split from my timeline."

Horcruxes are difficult to explain at the best of times. He sticks with magic as the pat explanation. It's easier that way.

"The person I was continued down his timeline until his destruction a few years ago. He - Voldemort - was the most hated and feared villain my world had known. Voldemort seems to be the same no matter which Wizarding world people are from, but I am not he. This is all fairly common knowledge. I don't keep it a secret."

He couldn't even if he tried.

It says a fair amount about Havelock that he displays no form of alarm or consternation at all at the news that a version of Tom was supposed to become the ultimate evil of a world or two.

It takes all kinds.

"Ah," he says meanwhile. "That would explain how your other identity would be recognised with ease. Does that make it easier for you to track different world related to your own?"

Perhaps he should come up with a codename of his own?

Tom greatly appreciates the lack of reaction.

"I don't pay them mind, unless I have to in the bar. I've gone into a self-imposed exile of sorts. The Underside is my home now. I still visit my own world, from time to time, and keep up on more or less current events. I have an alias to use when I am there, and a charm that helps me hide in plain sight, just in case anyone from my youth should be around to recognize my face."

He shrugs.

"It's funny how things work out."

He doesn't seem at all displeased about this particular turn of events.

And yes, Tom would highly encourage the use of code names. He seems to have an addiction to them.

"Useful," Havelock notes, filing that away as another example of Tom's capabilities.

Then he smiles very faintly, glancing out over the lake.

"I agree."

That's a... no, Havelock never exactly planned on acquiring a faerie boyfriend. Or, by proxy, said faerie's wife and three children.

And a few mortal enemies, but he was more prepared for ending up with a few of those.

The code names, he is extremely comfortable with.

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