Mad Dog leans forward. "I've seen my future." It's a ridiculous statement, or at least, it would have been at one time, before Agnasci awoke into a wholly different world. "You're in it. You all are. I'm not letting it happen."
"I believe you," Agnasci says. He glances at the painting of himself, chained. "Of course I do."
He pauses a moment, thinking of the right way to explain himself. It's a crucial moment for him, where Mad Dog will decide whether it's best to trust him, or to keep him chained. For all he knows, Mad Dog might even be willing to kill, to prevent this "future" from happening.
"You know there's...more. More than this, I mean. A person can only see a small, tiny speck of existence. Some of us, people like me; well, we see a bit more. Just enough to realize that we're lost, all of us, in an infinite, terrifying ocean of insignificance."
He realizes he's been rambling. Mad Dog can't hope to grasp what Agnasci is trying to describe. Only someone who has gone through an Awakening can hope to understand the utter magnitude of it.
"Long story short...I don't know how it works. I force my will to become reality. It's inconsistent. It follows rules. It takes practice and study, and there's only a handful of people who can do it. I'm probably the weakest Mage you'll ever meet."
Agnasci lets the explanation sink in for a bit, before finally bringing up the elephant in the room.
"You don't really think you can change the future, do you?"