[That's not precisely what he'd said, technically speaking, but it's what she translates out of it, and whether that's true or not, it's — interesting. Her magic is a tool to her, first and foremost, no different than his gun or a sword or a really big stick. It's a means of solving problems, a thing that assists her in turning ideas into survival. She doesn't really think of it as being something that's just her. Something that's a part of her.
She can remember a time when it wasn't a part of her, of course. Now it is, all the time. But she still finds it a little weird, to think of it as her instead of as hers.]
— Hey!
[And then he hits that last bit.]
S'nothing wrong with my potato. There were a lot of nights when all I had was a lot worse than a single potato. I'm not about to knock it.
[That shouldn't be something she accepts so offhandedly, but here we are.]
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[That's not precisely what he'd said, technically speaking, but it's what she translates out of it, and whether that's true or not, it's — interesting. Her magic is a tool to her, first and foremost, no different than his gun or a sword or a really big stick. It's a means of solving problems, a thing that assists her in turning ideas into survival. She doesn't really think of it as being something that's just her. Something that's a part of her.
She can remember a time when it wasn't a part of her, of course. Now it is, all the time. But she still finds it a little weird, to think of it as her instead of as hers.]
— Hey!
[And then he hits that last bit.]
S'nothing wrong with my potato. There were a lot of nights when all I had was a lot worse than a single potato. I'm not about to knock it.
[That shouldn't be something she accepts so offhandedly, but here we are.]