[It is not an unfair question, given his response. And Dion is not entirely hesitant to answer it, but he does allow a moment of quiet, with only frogs and the frothing waters to fill it. How does one explain all of it? An impossibility, really, even with enough time in the world. Dion had lived in such a land his whole life, and still only came to know the truth of it some weeks ago.
It was never forbidden to him. Of course not; his magic was to be celebrated. Greagor's hand reaching directly to Sanbreque, once again granted their goddess's favor. He was to be celebrated, and then honed, his magic used to protect his lands.
The Hideaway was akin to having his head forcibly pushed into glacial waters. How he thrived in a system that so often took from the very peoples it should have held up. To see even his father fall into vile, selfish temptations... to see those who could bear magic beyond the Dominants as tools. Founts of power.]
It was not forbidden. Not as you mean it. [He slides deeper into the waters, nearly forgetting to keep the bandages free of the pool.] But it was granted to few peoples in the world, and those without were not willing to live without. [It leaves him feeling a dark hypocrite himself to be the one to explain it. He may have been a tool of the empire, but he was never a slave.
It's not a full explanation, and he means to add more, but it sticks like rotting food in his throat. Instead, he continues:] I have seen magic harm far more than it has ever helped. I do not wish to contribute further to such wounds.
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It was never forbidden to him. Of course not; his magic was to be celebrated. Greagor's hand reaching directly to Sanbreque, once again granted their goddess's favor. He was to be celebrated, and then honed, his magic used to protect his lands.
The Hideaway was akin to having his head forcibly pushed into glacial waters. How he thrived in a system that so often took from the very peoples it should have held up. To see even his father fall into vile, selfish temptations... to see those who could bear magic beyond the Dominants as tools. Founts of power.]
It was not forbidden. Not as you mean it. [He slides deeper into the waters, nearly forgetting to keep the bandages free of the pool.] But it was granted to few peoples in the world, and those without were not willing to live without. [It leaves him feeling a dark hypocrite himself to be the one to explain it. He may have been a tool of the empire, but he was never a slave.
It's not a full explanation, and he means to add more, but it sticks like rotting food in his throat. Instead, he continues:] I have seen magic harm far more than it has ever helped. I do not wish to contribute further to such wounds.