Accordingly, there's a project he picks back up that he was only tinkering with before his marriage. He'd like to reinvent the fountain that heals familiars, have there be others in strategic locations, so that spellbinders don't need to rush to the capitol to avoid being unmade. Progress on the project's always been slow, there's a reason that it hasn't just been reinvented immediately after the spell charts were lost, but he's got some very good reasons to work on it with a near-obsessive zeal.
One day, to his utter surprise, when he goes to find another portion of the spell-chart to complete, he can't find it. He stares at the chart, stunned. Then he starts checking his work. It takes him a few days to finish the corrections.
Then he's done. He's remade a revolutionary spell chart.
He picks up the huge spell chart, does his best to fold it down to a reasonable travel size, and then heads off to show the nearest spell binder - Iobel.
"Everything? I just - I feel so alone and everything is my fault and if I were my - my alt, maybe, if I weren't an idiot that broke myself maybe I'd be functional, but even then I can't turn back time, like your - your fluffy cat seems to want me to do."
"Do you want me to ask him? He'll snort and say he doesn't think that highly of your abilities, but it comes down to the same thing. Time travel's not doable, no one expects it of you."
"For who, Cricket? You can't hold yourself to his standard, he's ridiculous, have I ever claimed to agree with him?"
"In general. The protestors, those - those idiots that couldn't even organize themselves, the only thing they seemed to agree on is they wanted me gone."
"They've never even met you before. They have political opinions that imply you being out of a job, it wasn't personal."
"Because at least one of them holds political opinions that imply you being buried under rubble, I guess, but I stand by the assessment that it's not personal."
"I don't hate you. I've told you several times, now, I only ever hated you when I was mistaken about what had happened."
"I don't hate you," she insists. "Him I have no fondness for, but I need reasons to hate people and I don't have any for you."
He makes a sound that is kind of like a sob. "And he would never have to know what it's like to see you hate someone."
"I leapt to conclusions, wasn't accounting for - people who weren't you doing things. For that matter, I panicked early. I got the letter and I was all set to flee over the border instead of show up and see what it was about."
"They weren't outrageous. But they weren't careful. I didn't sit and go through it methodically."