Cold made sense, meshing well with what Jigano was feeling, and he nodded thoughtfully as he pushed his own magic into the cracks that Deimos's power was etching into his vitality, trying to plug the leaks and always two steps behind - but not, at least, helpless this time around. Greedy wasn't a word he usually associated with the General though, and he arched a brow as he shivered against the cold that seemed to seep into his bones in spite of his own Healing magic's valiant efforts. "Renewal?" He had read something about that, about how one could use the highest mastery of the life drain magic to heal themselves, but he hadn't realized that Deimos' control had extended to those peaks. "Seems... strange. That such a dark magic could have such a good feeling associated with it," he mused, steadying himself against the sway of his escaping health.
Or perhaps not so strange. That was always the lure of dark magic, wasn't it? The ease of it, the rush. But magic on Caido didn't seem to be 'good' or 'evil' in the same way that his world had categorized certain schools and spells. 'Destruction' and 'creation' might be better words for it, and even then only as parts of a whole. Disintigration and Creation, Life Drain and Healing, and the opposing elements. "Healing magic feels... warm," he said distractedly, blinking against the wave of dizziness that threatened. "There's a... lightness to it. A glow, on the inside. It feels a little like water, and a little like blood, and a little like music running out of me when I use it."
Or perhaps not so strange. That was always the lure of dark magic, wasn't it? The ease of it, the rush. But magic on Caido didn't seem to be 'good' or 'evil' in the same way that his world had categorized certain schools and spells. 'Destruction' and 'creation' might be better words for it, and even then only as parts of a whole. Disintigration and Creation, Life Drain and Healing, and the opposing elements. "Healing magic feels... warm," he said distractedly, blinking against the wave of dizziness that threatened. "There's a... lightness to it. A glow, on the inside. It feels a little like water, and a little like blood, and a little like music running out of me when I use it."
