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SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out Sam had been so wrapped up in his fingers he had completely forgotten Zuriel was in the room; at her snort he looked up distractedly but soon glanced away again, not finding the unicorn gripping when he had lost and had replaced his fingers so quickly. It was Deimos' words that finally pulled him from his staring at the glove. He had not expected anything but a replacement for the missing parts and for a long silent second stared at Deimos not understanding. At first he tried to reach for the books normally, then paused midway, something in him suddenly beginning to understand. Leaning back, Sam raised his hand (he had always found that magic felt more real somehow when he did this) and indeed one of the books began to wobble and slowly, unevenly rise from the table - then dropped back down as Sam gasped and widened his eyes, staring now at the glove. "...I..I didn't know you could make something with powers like that. Will it...always work?" He asked, unsure if it would somehow run out, magic on an Ascended seeming almost blasphemous. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.