remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He watched and waited, eventually funneling his magic down to nothing purposefully, leaving the cinders, the embers, to coil back into his palms. Hers were reignited soon thereafter, as if they were merely playing, biding their time now, seeking out quandaries and enigmas, chasing down nuances and notions. His piercing eyes went back to hers, the arch of his brow evident as he mulled and mused. “A useful tool with some drawbacks.” Granting opportunity, but with a jaded, rancorous outlook; sacrificing her own arms to ensure no one else’s were utilized. It had its time and purpose, but one had to wonder at the cost as well. In a group setting, she might’ve ensured the rest of her allies couldn’t dig into their own qualities, but an opponent wouldn’t be able to either. Someone like Zariah, who’d been rumored to have so many incantations, powerful enchantments, might be rendered into weaker distortions with Rexanna’s device in play. But it was still a double-edged sword, some edge of the blade pointing back at her. “You will need to be careful in how you wield it.” It would require some cunning, which Rexanna had in spades, and perhaps a bit more training, curiosity, in how she was going to aspire its wielding dispositions. Maybe it was meant to belong to an Ascended without the Abandoned traits locked and chorded along within their blood; but the Penumbra had never fit any particular mold.out for vengeance
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