[ He stares at her again. Long, level, between the loosely raised fists, and then he slowly drops them. It wouldn't be right to say any part of him softens, exactly. But there's a flint of something in his expression that looks a little different than a frown. ]
You're a caster.
[ The were doesn't seem to take shape for him. In Nathan's life, magic fills up everything you are. You don't just leave it behind, even if the connection isn't here anymore. You are a caster. You do magic. There's no other fucking feeling like it.
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You're a caster.
[ The were doesn't seem to take shape for him. In Nathan's life, magic fills up everything you are. You don't just leave it behind, even if the connection isn't here anymore. You are a caster. You do magic. There's no other fucking feeling like it.
Jesus, he misses it so goddamn much. ]