You know. The feeling of... [ waves his hand in circles ] ... separation from yourself. Like you're an observer in your own mind.

[ It's a feeling Qubit's familiar with, to an extent, though obviously nowhere near as pronounced as when it happens to Carlisle. The worst it got was right after recovering from his bout of amnesia, while struggling to reconcile bits of his fractured identity. Carlisle had been his cornerstone then, the one thing his entire self could agree upon. ]

[ He pours the water into the mugs. For Carlisle's, though, there's one more step; he places the mug on a coaster, engraved with a slightly different glyph, and slides them down the counter to him without activating it. ]

Care to do the honors? [ He's curious whether Carlisle's magic will behave any differently now that he's "recharged," and this is an easy first test. ]