"What did you do to me?" A question I've frequently asked of a lot of people (its become a running theme in my life, again speaking volumes to the misery I'm in).
"I didn't do anything to you personally." Technicality's are how I win arguments not other people damn it!
"Well your order did and now look at me, I'm powerless, I stink from all the different treatments I've tried and I'll probably die now, do you understand what thats like?"
"Well not the first two, but the last one is something everyone except you seems to be perfectly fine with."
"Because you are all idiots!!!" I was pacing amongst the corpses of our previous foes, this is what happens when you get into a conversation after a battle, you don't care too much about what your current surroundings look like. Even if your surroundings are covered in blood and bodies of former cannabilistic ghoul things.
"I can see why you are afraid Trezlan, afraid to face your judgement, but see it from our perspective, we were called in to help a damaged necromancer/pyromancer who had been murdering people indiscriminately, we either locked your magic inside you to mininmize the damage, or we killed you." I wanted to rage at him for what had lead to my madness, but he was right, they always are those rational actors not driven to madness by torture. I was mad at the world even though it wasn't the world that hurt me, and here I was mad at a person who didn't even do anything to me. Now a rational person might see this as a revelation point, not me though, because I'm about as rational as a guy who can conjure fire with his hands that lives by stealing life from others.
"You should have killed me, better than leaving me like this! And whats this all about? Show me a taste of your world and what you do, and tell me you won't help me? Thanks a lot FOR NOTHING!" I went to stomp off and he grabbed my shoulder I was really close to killing him, which would have proved exactly what he was saying.
"We agreed to meet you so you stop looking for us Lorentino. My order is neccessary in this world, I don't expect you to understand that, but I do expect you to respect it. I personally can do nothing for you, but if you let me finish you self centered idiot, the one who did it can reverse it, if you can get to him." Always a catch of course, but this was better than all the recipes I'd been trying (probably less smelly).
"And I can assume you lost contact with him in a far away place."
"Exactly." I sighed, but listened all the same. Apparently the man who locked the magic inside me had set out on his final mission across the sea to stop some ancient blah blah blah, look I'm sure you don't care about the specifics (because its not like I won't tell you eventually anyway, maybe ok I'll be honest don't always tell you the specifics, look back off!). All you need to know is I had a mission, I had a goal to free myself, and I had to get out of a place that smelled worse than I did. It was nice to know that what had been done, could be undone, I just had to find a man who set out on a suicide mission to stop evil with no magical ability and no connections in the area he went to. See simple.
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