[ It isn't about belonging to Holland. Truthfully Holland knows he will never belong. He has already suffered years of life as a belonging, what use was there to feeling close to anyone, when all they do is stab you in the back?
It's simply the nature of things. The nature of his home. Makt was withering—wasting away, and it always would unless someone rose to the challenge. He could change it for the better, use his powers for something worthwhile. Save his people so that no one else had to be born with as miserable a life as his. He's animated now as he responds, the darkness in his left eye almost gleaming. ]
All magic can be controlled! Even if it has a will of his own, you just have to be stronger.
[ Like Holland was stronger. And without Athos' seal, he knows he would have been strong enough to control it. To manipulate it. To will open the doors and fix everything. ]
But you—you were never going to be strong enough, so you threw it away! And threw me along with it.
[ He goes quiet for the last part—more angry for his home, for his potential, and at Kell's weakness than for himself but... but he is angry for himself. It's a deep, hollow ache he doesn't allow himself usually, but he is too tired to care right now. ]
So, I'm going to ask again, Kell. And this time I want an honest answer. Why did you not kill me, if this magic was so terrible? Why did you toss me into Black London if that magic was so dangerous?
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It's simply the nature of things. The nature of his home. Makt was withering—wasting away, and it always would unless someone rose to the challenge. He could change it for the better, use his powers for something worthwhile. Save his people so that no one else had to be born with as miserable a life as his. He's animated now as he responds, the darkness in his left eye almost gleaming. ]
All magic can be controlled! Even if it has a will of his own, you just have to be stronger.
[ Like Holland was stronger. And without Athos' seal, he knows he would have been strong enough to control it. To manipulate it. To will open the doors and fix everything. ]
But you—you were never going to be strong enough, so you threw it away! And threw me along with it.
[ He goes quiet for the last part—more angry for his home, for his potential, and at Kell's weakness than for himself but... but he is angry for himself. It's a deep, hollow ache he doesn't allow himself usually, but he is too tired to care right now. ]
So, I'm going to ask again, Kell. And this time I want an honest answer. Why did you not kill me, if this magic was so terrible? Why did you toss me into Black London if that magic was so dangerous?