Those were some things Chris hadn't heard before. Bits and pieces of the Charmed Ones' legacy was all they'd had so far, in lieu of focused training and practical lessons. Where they came from was important but the smaller details apparently slipped through the cracks all too often. Stories about their parents and aunts had come from Victor, naturally, and were later revealed to have been heavily edited for magical content. What else was there in their heritage that was just assumed-to-be-useless knowledge for a trio of powerful witches apparently awakening evil in the Underworld?

"You're still missing the point. Nice try, but—" Chris shook his head, moving to sit back down where he had jumped to his feet at Cole's appearance. He still had reports to write, being in his last year of college and all. This was not the best time to be having an argument about destinies and duties, but neither of them really had that whole timing thing down, anyway. "We're not looking for a vacation. Being super-powerful witches isn't a career and I'm sure there's even better people out there to lecture us on how to do it than you. Like Patty," he added, something of an acknowledging tone to the fact that Cole had already taken steps in that direction.

It still wasn't enough, not yet. This was not a balance so much as a hostile takeover of their mortal lives. The three siblings had been talking it over in private and there were a lot of different directions they could go, but they did all agree on one thing: they wanted to decide it themselves. Being guided was fine, being herded wasn't. That was how Halliwells rolled.