[She's not wrong. For all that Michael knows damned well that trying to command a lone, stubborn human is a lot like trying to grab and hold a fistful of water, the right to veto has always been his. It's both his right and his responsibility to lead. If she had no meaning to him, he wouldn't even try.

This situation feels to him all too much like the last time he watched one of his own go down a dark path he couldn't follow.]

While it's ultimately your bad call to make, I might have cared to know a friend was considering a life-altering decision.

['Friend' is the wrong word, doesn't sound right when he says it, but if Wanda won't allow him anything more he thinks she'll agree to this much. If he's wrong about that—well, then he's wrong about a great many things. He might need to rework his definitions of 'acquaintance' and 'friend' and 'sibling' from the ground up.

Michael follows her off to the edge of the plaza but finds sitting too relaxed a posture to join her. He manages at least not to cross his arms like a parent demanding an explanation again.]

I'll allow myself to highlight that the Singularity's dampening of your magic may limit what you can feed your patron. [As he allows himself so many overbearing comments.] What kind of spells?

[Is necromancy really going to become a regular thing, Wanda?]