I gel pretty well with people who have control issues.
"Oh," he says. And then again, with greater impact — and the reddening of the tips of his ears: "Oh, yeah. I guess. I guess that'd be a thing."
The model, he knows, will take a long time. Getting the materials, the dimensions and diameters, tethering the whole thing together magically — it's a project that will take trial and error, and months of labor. It's a long-term project, but one that he's planning on undertaking in earnest. And with aid, now that he's found Matt. It'll be different this time. Little Chicago is a melted pile of scrap, he knows; everything in his life is burned to ashes, dead and lost and unattached to the man he was. The man he still is, in part. Not every part of him has changed, even if some of the essentials have been re-molded and re-cast.
As for the question. The Question.
" — there's a few things all wizards can do. Like universal traits we got, because of what we are and our relationship to magic. One of those things is a type of spiritual perception that we can't control if we lock eyes with anything that's got a soul for too long. We can see into their being, past all the defenses and lies they tell to hide who they are. And well, it goes both ways." His voice runs a little dry, and he clears his throat. "They can see back into the wizard. And that sort of vision... it doesn't fade like a memory. It's etched into both minds like scars. Like you're always living it. So, forgive me... I don't want to, share that sort of thing with anyone."
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"Oh," he says. And then again, with greater impact — and the reddening of the tips of his ears: "Oh, yeah. I guess. I guess that'd be a thing."
The model, he knows, will take a long time. Getting the materials, the dimensions and diameters, tethering the whole thing together magically — it's a project that will take trial and error, and months of labor. It's a long-term project, but one that he's planning on undertaking in earnest. And with aid, now that he's found Matt. It'll be different this time. Little Chicago is a melted pile of scrap, he knows; everything in his life is burned to ashes, dead and lost and unattached to the man he was. The man he still is, in part. Not every part of him has changed, even if some of the essentials have been re-molded and re-cast.
As for the question. The Question.
" — there's a few things all wizards can do. Like universal traits we got, because of what we are and our relationship to magic. One of those things is a type of spiritual perception that we can't control if we lock eyes with anything that's got a soul for too long. We can see into their being, past all the defenses and lies they tell to hide who they are. And well, it goes both ways." His voice runs a little dry, and he clears his throat. "They can see back into the wizard. And that sort of vision... it doesn't fade like a memory. It's etched into both minds like scars. Like you're always living it. So, forgive me... I don't want to, share that sort of thing with anyone."