Idia slumps over the sink, hand still pressed over his mouth as he fights not to be sick. Just a little... he'd let himself be the tiniest bit happy, and look where he is now. A one on one friend, someone who cared enough to bring him food and check on his mental well-being and share his hobbies, all undone with a few sentences. He hears Cater's muffled voice through the door but doesn't register the words through the ringing in his ears.
A lonely, broken nerd.
A brother-killer.
A slave to his family's fate.
Why did he ever think he might be allowed to have more?
But maybe it's for the best. The blot surrounds him all the time, it has to or he'll lose his magic and maybe more. He can survive it, but normal mages? They'd Overblot quickly, all because of him.
He still remembers the image from his nightmare, the camera flashes and the mocking laughter coming from the twisted form in red and black, the bloated shadow looming over it, the hateful green eyes. The memory wrecks his control over his nausea, and the sound of sickness echoes off the tiles.
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A lonely, broken nerd.
A brother-killer.
A slave to his family's fate.
Why did he ever think he might be allowed to have more?
But maybe it's for the best. The blot surrounds him all the time, it has to or he'll lose his magic and maybe more. He can survive it, but normal mages? They'd Overblot quickly, all because of him.
He still remembers the image from his nightmare, the camera flashes and the mocking laughter coming from the twisted form in red and black, the bloated shadow looming over it, the hateful green eyes. The memory wrecks his control over his nausea, and the sound of sickness echoes off the tiles.