[Power. Crush. Destroy? He's not Fjord, he has no undersea patron bent on flooding the world and destroying everything. He is not a warlock, tapping into powers he barely understands, he is a wizard. He controls the power, not the other way around.]
['A wizard controls the world. The world does not control the wizard. The power in your hands is complicated, precise, and used for your ends. It will destroy you if you are not cautious, but you are some of the most brilliant minds at the Academy. If you study and listen to me, you will be incredibly powerful - and some of the most valuable assets of the Empire.']
[He's quiet. He's quiet, and he trembles. It starts small, in his hands, but grows stronger and stronger until he's shaking - fully shaking like a leaf about to drop off of a branch. Even Frumpkin's muffled meows aren't enough to calm him, and it's so bad that he crouches down in an effort to keep himself from falling. Is he too obsessed? He needs to find a way to go back, yes, to turn the clock back and make them live again, but how much is he willing to lose? How evil is he willing to become?]
[He feels sick. He feels sick and small, and he rips the bandages off of his arms and digs his nails into his scars. They don't bleed, but the pain grounds him slightly, enough to slow the shaking.]
I want her dead. I want this killing to end. I do not want to become her. What is her weakness? Where are our hostages being held? How can we get our worlds back?
cw: wound... horror? also we entering headcanon and ptsd land now
['A wizard controls the world. The world does not control the wizard. The power in your hands is complicated, precise, and used for your ends. It will destroy you if you are not cautious, but you are some of the most brilliant minds at the Academy. If you study and listen to me, you will be incredibly powerful - and some of the most valuable assets of the Empire.']
[He's quiet. He's quiet, and he trembles. It starts small, in his hands, but grows stronger and stronger until he's shaking - fully shaking like a leaf about to drop off of a branch. Even Frumpkin's muffled meows aren't enough to calm him, and it's so bad that he crouches down in an effort to keep himself from falling. Is he too obsessed? He needs to find a way to go back, yes, to turn the clock back and make them live again, but how much is he willing to lose? How evil is he willing to become?]
[He feels sick. He feels sick and small, and he rips the bandages off of his arms and digs his nails into his scars. They don't bleed, but the pain grounds him slightly, enough to slow the shaking.]
I want her dead. I want this killing to end. I do not want to become her. What is her weakness? Where are our hostages being held? How can we get our worlds back?