Oh! Magnus wasn't really angling for this question, but he's happy to share. "This? Nah, this is my sword," Magnus says, and draws it. He's not really drawing Jack, obviously, but dream-Jack springs into full form just like regular Jack would. "I mean, I guess Jack used to be my dad's, but he didn't give him to me. He gave Jack up long before I was in the picture." He laughs. "I died rescuing Jack from spending, like, two thousand years under a river. This one fire-jotun wanted him. Let me tell you, dude, I do not recommend having a ball of burning asphalt flung through you. No fun. But, like, finders keepers, you know?" He tilts his head. "I guess you could argue that Jack is meant to protect me, but he mostly just sticks around 'cause he likes me."