He nods and hums in assent. It's a good way to think about it.
"Kind of like fire. It can be destructive—" His eyes fall to the flowers closed up in his shadows, as his thoughts bend back to the burned edges of a tarot card, to Libertas and Nott devoured by flames. They are scorched places inside of him still, heavy with guilt and the silence of the dead. "—but it can be used for good things too."
The flame burning in his palm, carried from camp to camp, kept him alive on the frozen mountainside after they broke out of the pit. He'd already agreed with Istredd to confront his magic again, but that was the first time he really accepted it as an inextricable part of himself. Like another heartbeat.
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"Kind of like fire. It can be destructive—" His eyes fall to the flowers closed up in his shadows, as his thoughts bend back to the burned edges of a tarot card, to Libertas and Nott devoured by flames. They are scorched places inside of him still, heavy with guilt and the silence of the dead. "—but it can be used for good things too."
The flame burning in his palm, carried from camp to camp, kept him alive on the frozen mountainside after they broke out of the pit. He'd already agreed with Istredd to confront his magic again, but that was the first time he really accepted it as an inextricable part of himself. Like another heartbeat.