He wants to go into attack mode very much. To snipe and scream- to rail against her- take out all his anger towards mages on her, on this conversation. He needs a release from all his recent troubles, from what Hadriana has said, of knowledge of things beyond his control.
He wants to remember his fucking sister. But he can't he keeps trying and there's nothing there. A blank face, no voice, a whisper, a caress of a memory and then it's gone. And magic made it that way. He's angry, he needs a punching bag and here she is.
But then she says that- those last few words knock the wind right out of him. He stands still, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the traction he'd just lost. He hates magic, he hates most mages...but not her.
"I-" he wants to remain angry, he wants to get it all out before it continues to consume him, but he falters. "...I it was never my intention to aim it at you."
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He wants to remember his fucking sister. But he can't he keeps trying and there's nothing there. A blank face, no voice, a whisper, a caress of a memory and then it's gone. And magic made it that way. He's angry, he needs a punching bag and here she is.
But then she says that- those last few words knock the wind right out of him. He stands still, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the traction he'd just lost. He hates magic, he hates most mages...but not her.
"I-" he wants to remain angry, he wants to get it all out before it continues to consume him, but he falters. "...I it was never my intention to aim it at you."