thinking about caleb and his components and his transmutation. it's easier to collect sticks and rocks and shit and bits of fabric off the ground than it is to buy a focus when you barely even have enough coin to afford bread. don't you ever wish you were something, anything else than what you are. don't you wish you could turn yourself into someone else - or, wouldn't it be incredible to able to grant that wish for your best friend. what if you could change the very fabric of reality. you can't go back and fix what you did (you could, you could, but it turned you into what you are and that's a damn tragedy for you but a miracle to all the people you've saved since) but you can control what happens here and now. sticks and stones and polymorph















