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September 9, 2010
Fidgeting, fingers fumbling with that pentagram at your neck. Touch. Touch. Big eyes focusing on me, then glancing away. Let's be honest here, sweetie. Your power is nothing compared to mine, and you know it.

"It's strange," you mutter. "I'm not used to being around someone who's stronger than me."

I was stronger than you before I was three.

"I've never felt anything like you." you inform me. "You work differently than anyone I know."

Of course I do. I'm not bound by the same laws that govern you. There are many magicks in this world, and mine is better.