[ How cruel, to be born into a world that would punish magic. He's since had to curtail his own, on the space station, or while traveling, or even visiting other colonies, all for the sake of "keeping the peace". Often enough, it would amuse him to know how these humans would panic if their lack was laid bare to them.
Now, it merely seems exhausting. He has to wonder, did that world of theirs ever have magic? Did they stomp it out instead, by crushing those talented, like this Solomon?
Though these are hardly thoughts to be shared. To feed into whatever this is, rather than fight it, is not a part of the plan this time around. Instead, he allows the question to distract him, rather than dwell upon the scars scattered across that little body. ]
Am I now? And how many Fandaniels have you had come through your halls before me, hmm?
[ It isn't an impossible thought, he supposes, but why would he bother? ]
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Now, it merely seems exhausting. He has to wonder, did that world of theirs ever have magic? Did they stomp it out instead, by crushing those talented, like this Solomon?
Though these are hardly thoughts to be shared. To feed into whatever this is, rather than fight it, is not a part of the plan this time around. Instead, he allows the question to distract him, rather than dwell upon the scars scattered across that little body. ]
Am I now? And how many Fandaniels have you had come through your halls before me, hmm?
[ It isn't an impossible thought, he supposes, but why would he bother? ]