[At first Oscar didn't say anything. He sat with the suggestion in silence, staring blankly at the nearby wall while he thought over his choices since he left the farm. Fixing everything for everyone.... was a compulsion, he knew. Partly born of uncertainty-- but partly born of his own Wizard Problems.
Soon enough, he heaved a sigh.]
...I know. That's not so easy for me.
[Not now, or anymore. The influence of millennia spent trying redirect fate was there, and he didn't know how to balance it.]
There is someone honorable in there, Willow. Someone who doesn't deserve the treatment we gave Salem.
[Someone had been waiting everytime she revived-- and she had been slaughtered in those fitful moments of helplessness with the same precise cruelty she had wrought upon Remnant until there was no way she could harm anyone in Deerington for a very long time.]
But, that doesn't matter right now. I can help with the wards, if you show me how. It's blood magic, right? I haven't worked with it much, but I know the idea...
...I can't touch any of the magic from Remnant anymore. Not really. But, it's different. Your magic was more similar to what's here, wasn't it?
Of course it's hard. Oscar, you're one of the kindest, most compassionate people I know. I just...
[It's not lost on her that he's very nearly the same age as Dawn, and sometimes it's hard not to want to look out for him the same way.]
Sometimes I worry you put too much on yourself, that's all. You don't have to carry the weight of the whole world on your shoulders. Not here. Not any more. And certainly not alone, okay?
[She shrugs a little as she comes back around to the conversation of magic.]
Well... Tara can still use the same spells I could at home, and in Deerington. Blood magic is pretty similar, except, you know. Some, uh, key ingredients. At home, that was a way more dangerous branch of magic, and shouldn't be taken lightly. You said you didn't want to get into using magic, though. It's okay to leave that to me and Tara, and we've got Ange and Shannon too.
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Soon enough, he heaved a sigh.]
...I know. That's not so easy for me.
[Not now, or anymore. The influence of millennia spent trying redirect fate was there, and he didn't know how to balance it.]
There is someone honorable in there, Willow. Someone who doesn't deserve the treatment we gave Salem.
[Someone had been waiting everytime she revived-- and she had been slaughtered in those fitful moments of helplessness with the same precise cruelty she had wrought upon Remnant until there was no way she could harm anyone in Deerington for a very long time.]
But, that doesn't matter right now. I can help with the wards, if you show me how. It's blood magic, right? I haven't worked with it much, but I know the idea...
...I can't touch any of the magic from Remnant anymore. Not really. But, it's different. Your magic was more similar to what's here, wasn't it?
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[It's not lost on her that he's very nearly the same age as Dawn, and sometimes it's hard not to want to look out for him the same way.]
Sometimes I worry you put too much on yourself, that's all. You don't have to carry the weight of the whole world on your shoulders. Not here. Not any more. And certainly not alone, okay?
[She shrugs a little as she comes back around to the conversation of magic.]
Well... Tara can still use the same spells I could at home, and in Deerington. Blood magic is pretty similar, except, you know. Some, uh, key ingredients. At home, that was a way more dangerous branch of magic, and shouldn't be taken lightly. You said you didn't want to get into using magic, though. It's okay to leave that to me and Tara, and we've got Ange and Shannon too.