[Gat lightly taps his chin with the knuckle of an index finger as he ponders that pattern, propping that hand's arm up with the back of his other fist.]

So you're sayin', every time you sneeze, you risk windin' up in another world. An' every world you've been to, there's been some kinda war or conflict goin' on.

[Gat glances out a window, toward Mayfield proper.]

I know how that is.