[ he nods. the darker crystal still calls to him - he can feel the way it burns on the table, solidified fear and regret and hate all distilled into a single, volatile stone. no wonder such things were utterly destroyed should the inquisition find them - but thus, they were all the more important for dark knights. only by calling upon such emotions could they triumph against the shackles of regimentation, to deliver justice upon those protected by corrupt laws.

... there are no such laws here, though. perhaps, it was time to put aside that claymore... and to learn to live without the darkness, if only for a while. ]

I can feel people's emotions, when they are with me. Just a little. I can't... not do it. It's like - seeing in a different colour. I'm magic sensitive, and in my home world, mana is one and the same with a person's life force.

[ he's sort of told her this before, but best to reiterate it again ]

I feel what they feel, even if I don't want to. It lets me know when someone is hurt, so I can help them. But... when I can't help them...

[ then, that's an entirely different matter, isn't it?

he casts a look at the darkened crystal again, plucks it from the table with two fingers and cradles it in his hands. it burns against his skin, a persistent reminder. ]

... I don't know what to do.