It's a difficult question: not because he doesn't know the answer, but because he doesn't know how to put it into words. Speaking has never been his forte. A line forms between his brows, frustrated, and Derek's gaze turns inward.

"I want to know what happened to me," he starts, slowly, but that's more a placeholder than anything else. There are probably plenty of ways to find knowledge about the Veil. "And I feel ... adrift. I need a purpose."

He finally snaps his attention back to Wynn again. "I want it to be something good."