The magic of our blood always demands a price. From us as well - our lives are short and burn bright, as you well know. Regis might have gotten another two or three years, but not much more, after maintaining that Wall so long.
It consumes our life energy. And for one not of the bloodline to fuel the Old Wall... You would have died anyway.
[He still might. But at least if his life force doesn't recover enough, with the potions Izunia is packing into him, it won't be in pain, and it won't be alone.
Verity bonks into Nyx's good leg.]
We're used to the stress and have a bigger well of magical energy. For you, it's as much the shock as anything. Same way a gunshot can kill even if it misses anything vital.
[His tone is still cold and detached as he pushes another ether into Nyx's lap to get chugged after the first, but then it warms almost imperceptibly.]
And this is the part where things get stupid for a moment. Just... repeat to yourself that magic is bullshit and bear with me.
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It consumes our life energy. And for one not of the bloodline to fuel the Old Wall... You would have died anyway.
[He still might. But at least if his life force doesn't recover enough, with the potions Izunia is packing into him, it won't be in pain, and it won't be alone.
Verity bonks into Nyx's good leg.]
We're used to the stress and have a bigger well of magical energy. For you, it's as much the shock as anything. Same way a gunshot can kill even if it misses anything vital.
[His tone is still cold and detached as he pushes another ether into Nyx's lap to get chugged after the first, but then it warms almost imperceptibly.]
And this is the part where things get stupid for a moment. Just... repeat to yourself that magic is bullshit and bear with me.