[ He has no idea how the fuck magic β assuming that magic really is real, which is still a very hard pill to swallow β works. Does it have limits? Can someone just... use it to do whatever they want?
It seems like there might be limits, by the way this lady's talking about it, though. If she can use it to stop other people's magic, then... there's got to be rules, right? Fuck, this is wild. ]
.........I'm not sure. [ He feels bad admitting that again, knows it can't be helpful for her to hear. But he adds on, thinking seriously about itβ ]
Like, I haven't outright seen any of them here, no. But.... sometimes it feels like someone else has been in here? Maybe when I'm gone, or something. I'll find my stuff moved around, or... things just feel weird?
[ He hesitates again, before adding on. ]
....And I feel weird. I have a hard time remembering shit. Sometimes I forget stuff I shouldn't. Like um. My name. [ He's looking nervous again, fingers worrying themselves in his lap. ] What if that means they're here, like... doing shit to me?
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It seems like there might be limits, by the way this lady's talking about it, though. If she can use it to stop other people's magic, then... there's got to be rules, right? Fuck, this is wild. ]
.........I'm not sure. [ He feels bad admitting that again, knows it can't be helpful for her to hear. But he adds on, thinking seriously about itβ ]
Like, I haven't outright seen any of them here, no. But.... sometimes it feels like someone else has been in here? Maybe when I'm gone, or something. I'll find my stuff moved around, or... things just feel weird?
[ He hesitates again, before adding on. ]
....And I feel weird. I have a hard time remembering shit. Sometimes I forget stuff I shouldn't. Like um. My name. [ He's looking nervous again, fingers worrying themselves in his lap. ] What if that means they're here, like... doing shit to me?