How does one leave magic behind, and the bonds of deep community and friendship, even for the love of one’s parents?
Dang it, Baldwin! You shall have no more of my tears! I swear it! *sniffle*
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Cantus. I’ve heard that before, from his Spacetrawler days.
You’ll be back. You’ll come crawling back. They always do.
Magic always follows, even if only as a memory. And magic may come back, visiting for a bit. Or you can return to the place of magic, and find it again. Or you may need to quest for it, and bring it together again. But sequelitis is a disease, however attractive. Even endless stories have to stop somewhere, if just for a cup of tea and a nice biscuit. It’s good, for once, to just sit down.
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