Jesus...

[Jonathan knows about the kind of fevers that bring fits like that. He knows full well it's a miracle Yurick managed to keep his mind, having run that kind of temperature for days. Shock drains what color still remains in his face.]

I don't even know what to say. It's like every time I think I've heard the most horrible thing that somebody could have suffered... ugh, forget I said that, it came out wrong. Yurick, how old were you when... I know it's personal, but....

[He is helpless, now, against his own mind. He imagines the girl he knows back home, the witch in blue. He can see her, back to the wall with some kind of artifact that would grant her more power in reach - he knows exactly what choice she'd make. He knows exactly what choice she would have made as a kid, too. It horrified him then and it does just as much now.

He shakes his head, looking away, not wanting sorrow to be taken for pity. His voice is already wrecked, but it cracks even more - ]

Is it just some magic-user thing that you all don't... get to really be kids?