[Well, they can agree about magic equating to needless, frivolous complications.
Even though Weir still uses magic to a (very) small degree, it's not like what used to exist; sorcerers and their ilk, weaving spells and unweaving them over and over again, testing, trying to achieve new heights that seemed far too fantastical to ever be anything than an opportunity to boost one's own reputation, one's own pride. Beyond that, he knows very little, beyond his passing experiences in the city and that one woman; those were never circles he cared to walk in.
And now, those circles very much do not exist. Magic is an untapped well, and those who try to draw it back up are cursed with bumbling fingers.]
You sound as though you speak from experience, from before you were sent here.
[He is not remarking about his jubilance, thank you very much.]
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Even though Weir still uses magic to a (very) small degree, it's not like what used to exist; sorcerers and their ilk, weaving spells and unweaving them over and over again, testing, trying to achieve new heights that seemed far too fantastical to ever be anything than an opportunity to boost one's own reputation, one's own pride. Beyond that, he knows very little, beyond his passing experiences in the city and that one woman; those were never circles he cared to walk in.
And now, those circles very much do not exist. Magic is an untapped well, and those who try to draw it back up are cursed with bumbling fingers.]
You sound as though you speak from experience, from before you were sent here.
[He is not remarking about his jubilance, thank you very much.]