[This feels like another one of those things Lailah can't talk about; Sorey leans forward and rests a hand on their knee, steeling himself in a way he hasn't quite been able to do before everything happened.
Nightingale is so eager, and always wants to learn more...he hates to do it, but he's afraid she might still try to manufacture the effects on her own and Sorey's not sure if that would count or not.]
You'd become a hellion like I was, but worse. I was at least alive somewhere in there. Humans attempting seraphic artes is like trying to bend your finger the wrong way; all it'll do is break you.
[It's a dark spot in history, void of any documentation. So much of their world's past has been destroyed, looted or burned by constant wars, or erased purposefully by those in power to hide their wrongdoings. The only thing Sorey knows about it is the revulsion the older seraphim had felt whenever they ran across the undead casters and wraiths; even Edna, deadpan as ever, had recoiled at the very idea of it.]
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Nightingale is so eager, and always wants to learn more...he hates to do it, but he's afraid she might still try to manufacture the effects on her own and Sorey's not sure if that would count or not.]
You'd become a hellion like I was, but worse. I was at least alive somewhere in there. Humans attempting seraphic artes is like trying to bend your finger the wrong way; all it'll do is break you.
[It's a dark spot in history, void of any documentation. So much of their world's past has been destroyed, looted or burned by constant wars, or erased purposefully by those in power to hide their wrongdoings. The only thing Sorey knows about it is the revulsion the older seraphim had felt whenever they ran across the undead casters and wraiths; even Edna, deadpan as ever, had recoiled at the very idea of it.]