He'd been visited by many a ghost in his dreams back home, but they were, like all other parts of those dreams, figments that disappeared come the morning. They weren't the tangible realms within the even bigger realm that boasted the capacity to give them such power. This was Joshua's first time, as far as he knew, making the acquaintance of a being who'd died and returned in a more traditional sense.
Other than maybe himself, but that was more a technicality that he's reluctant to count.
The novelty, for lack of a better word, quickly gave way to the music and words that followed. The former was unfamiliar, but the melody was easy to fall into, even with its changes.
The latter was all too familiar. A somber parallel recognizable to the point of pain.
When the tall, bright specter alluded further, Joshua's intrigue shifted into calculation. Was magic such an obvious factor in his dream that making such an assumption was merely an act of observation? Or was its use so common, in one way or another, among the Dreamers of Songerein that it was more likely for someone to have magic in their repertoire than not? Or did this visitor simply know?
Regardless of the answer, there was no point in trying to deny what they both knew.
"Your assumption is correct," he said in reply, eyeing the Mothercrystal, "Magic has become such a necessary luxury that we feel naught about abusing the power of the crystals... nor about abusing any of our fellow men who naturally embody that power."
That wasn't exactly making the best case for humans, but to obfuscate the ugliest parts of his people did them no favors in the long run. Not when his conversation partner already knew enough to feel some level of jadedness towards them.
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Other than maybe himself, but that was more a technicality that he's reluctant to count.
The novelty, for lack of a better word, quickly gave way to the music and words that followed. The former was unfamiliar, but the melody was easy to fall into, even with its changes.
The latter was all too familiar. A somber parallel recognizable to the point of pain.
When the tall, bright specter alluded further, Joshua's intrigue shifted into calculation. Was magic such an obvious factor in his dream that making such an assumption was merely an act of observation? Or was its use so common, in one way or another, among the Dreamers of Songerein that it was more likely for someone to have magic in their repertoire than not? Or did this visitor simply know?
Regardless of the answer, there was no point in trying to deny what they both knew.
"Your assumption is correct," he said in reply, eyeing the Mothercrystal, "Magic has become such a necessary luxury that we feel naught about abusing the power of the crystals... nor about abusing any of our fellow men who naturally embody that power."
That wasn't exactly making the best case for humans, but to obfuscate the ugliest parts of his people did them no favors in the long run. Not when his conversation partner already knew enough to feel some level of jadedness towards them.