[but then that's the thing, isn't it? if her magic is infinite, she can feed an infinite hunger, and nothing will ever tilt that balance one way or the other. it's a small price to pay—she's always ever sacrificed loved ones to be 'forged', to be the figure of prophecy she was baptized as back in westview through agatha. she could finally decide what she wanted to sacrifice, and to what extent.

this was meant to be an empowering decision, and yet now she definitely feels like she's being scolded, even if she wants to try her hardest to not be seen in that light—that of a child.

with a sigh, she walks on over to the side, to the overhang of the stairs leading into the plaza; there, she sits, feet tucked together, arms crossed over her lap.]

You sound angry because I decided this on my own without consulting you first.

[—it's a fair assessment to make.]

Now that I have access to an Old God's power, perhaps I can draw light on some questions I've had myself. Spells I haven't been able to achieve because the Singularity dampens down my magic.