"Necromancy is red," Foster counters immediately. "Drawing on white or black."

Never mind that Lambert has already informed Foster that where he's from, magic doesn't have any colours at all. Foster just hates contradictions that aren't part of a pattern. But that's not the real issue; he won't remember what he was just told about Syr's arbitrary colours one hour from now, let alone one day or one week.

"Chaos. Explain." It's an outright demand. Because as far as Foster is concerned, magic is also patterned. Chaos has nothing to do with it.

But the word has power to it.

And that's a contradiction that merits his attention.