[ It happens in an instant, a cascade of emotions. Hurt, outrage, then closes into a cold sort of anger. Absolve the fact that the act of summoning itself is corruptive and awful because it was them doing it, because of intent, or deny the few bright spots he's had entirely as worthwhile?
Fine. If that's her terms of acceptance, who actually needs that anyway? Ptolemy is long past caring. ]
I can't, can I? [ His form shifts, settling into a bird, feathers bristling with agitation. ] Well, that makes things easier.
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Fine. If that's her terms of acceptance, who actually needs that anyway? Ptolemy is long past caring. ]
I can't, can I? [ His form shifts, settling into a bird, feathers bristling with agitation. ] Well, that makes things easier.