[Magic doesn't exist. Not that she can't wield it, like a Garlean, but it doesn't exist. His head feels foggy with stress and with the exhaustion of travelling to this world. His body is heavy in ways that it shouldn't be and that he hasn't had to deal with for a decade now.
He presses his back against the wall, trying to support himself. He seems reluctant to be more physically vulnerable than he has to be. He shakes his head, feeling like he's trying to communicate in a foreign language.]
They've severed something in my spirit. My power is gone.
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He presses his back against the wall, trying to support himself. He seems reluctant to be more physically vulnerable than he has to be. He shakes his head, feeling like he's trying to communicate in a foreign language.]
They've severed something in my spirit. My power is gone.