[ Warren glances up, a frown tugging slightly at the corners of his mouth. ] That’s disappointing. Are people born with a connection to this other plane and that’s what gives them the ability to use magic?
Yes. [ and while he wants to simply leave it at that, experience tells him he should elaborate. ]
Drawing power from that other existence is how I cast. The wizards here lack that connection. It's why our schools are so wholly different. No matter how much you learn, no matter how much you want to, you'll never be able to cast spells as I do.
I'm telling you, I'm of no use to you. Why bother? My skillset is no different than that of an Elementalist -- worse, in fact, considering I need to draw from a pool of energy that can be quickly sapped.
Perhaps, but I get the feeling there’s more you’re not telling me. And perhaps I just want to see the looks on their faces when they realize they’ve lost you to me.
[ He remembers, of course, the way his own heart had broken when he realized he'd lost Charlie -- the way the Venatori had danced on the pieces when he found him again, warped and twisted and hateful.
His breathing starts to pick up, shallow and quick. His mind races for a solution, a way out, anything.
He draws a blank. ]
It won't work, whatever you have planned. [ Bluffing it is, then, hiding his panic with anger. ] Save the both of us the trouble.
[ Normally that little show of defiance would be impressive, but it gets on Warren’s nerves almost instantly. His expression instantly goes cold, angry, and he steps up to the bars. ]
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