It's not even about luck. It's about how that was the same argument used on me when I was a student to keep me from even graduating.

[Which, he didn't. Instead, he effectively dropped out and within the next couple of years put himself in debt to buy out lecturing rights once he learned one of his teachers had died in the same overseas affairs Waver had dropped out to participate in. As it stood, he was the only one of his old classmates to rise above the wash of politics and thrive within the last decade.

Regardless, it was still bothersome to hear.]

Fine. I won't say anything more about it. Your world is different from mine, anyway. There's no telling whether or not our arts are even compatible.

[Among a variety of other factors. Waver wasn't about to assume anything. He just knew his sore spots, and that was unfortunately the one single barrier that he could not overcome no matter how many lifetimes of hard work he put into his craft.

...Waver did want to change into his new sweater as well, but that would require removing the one he had on Foolish as it was, he wanted a little privacy to do so.]

...The cloak looks good, [He commented.] It's probably nice and comfortable for this weather, too.