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they blow some strands of hair away from an eye, glaring at the tiefling. those words stung slightly. hands squeeze into fists at the wizard’s side, nails biting into their palms. “if i’m such fucking disaster,” they respond hotly, “then why hang around me? piss off.” if tenebrae wasn’t going to leave, viti was. they needed to blow off steam anyway.
Tenebrae stopped them before they left, pressing his finger to their lips to tell them to not speak further, leaning in, quite near their face. “I ‘hang around you’ because I know you can be better than a ‘disaster.’ Others see a fool, a goof, who wiggles their fingers in the air and casts some spells; I see someone with potential. I see someone who could shake the very foundations of the world with their spells. I know that it’s there, in you, Viti.”
He lifts his finger from their lips, taking a step back. “But you’re not spending enough time learning and practicing. You need to keep up on both.”
