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[She recalls how nervous Terra was about revealing that piece of herself to Y'shtola, as well. That was rather less of an emergency. That she was strong enough not only to lift him, but to carry him a distance too, is quite interesting indeed.]

When you refer to "using up" your magic, what do you mean, exactly? What would happen in the event of overuse, if that is possible for you at all?

Nothing terrible— it doesn't hurt me, if that's what you're asking.

[She never minds when Y'shtola asks questions about her or where she comes from, however, very much appreciating her friend's inquisitive mind and desire to learn. More people, she thinks, would do well to be as thoughtful and curious as Y'shtola.]

I tire, mostly. If I were to run out while in that form, I would revert and be unable to use any of the abilities linked to it, so it's fortunate that I didn't wear out before getting him to where he needed to be. Otherwise, using up magic just means exhausting it for a time... sleep is usually enough to bring it back, but there are tinctures that can restore a very small bit of it back home if there's no time to rest.

[She asks in part because she wishes to compare it to similar occurrences with aether, and because knowing Terra's limits as she knows them herself can only be beneficial to all of them.]

I see. We have similar concoctions in my world, though I lack them here and have not the knowledge to reproduce them.

[There are a few potions of varying sorts left behind in the clinic - and she locked them away and hid the key, for the most part. They are useful and nigh irreplaceable so she has them for emergencies only. Naturally this means she has at least two in various belt pouches always.]

An exhaustive drain of one's aether, which is the driving force behind the magicks of Hydaelyn, could incapacitate a person for many days, if not kill them outright from the strain. That this seems to be less of a worry for you and your kind is a blessing indeed.

Kill them?

[It seems a bit extreme to her, and her eyes widen just the slightest bit. Well... she supposes that's what happened to all the other Espers, as well. Exhausting themselves was one thing, but what the Empire had done...

It wasn't so different, was it?

She shakes her head, just once.]

I don't think that expending magic on my own could do that, but it is possible, if someone's magic is taken from them. They get... used up, until there's nothing left of them. Only the Empire ever managed that.

[She doesn't mean to bring up painful memories, and perhaps she should just lay these aside. If she can continue to frame it as simply a discussion of differing magicks...]

We endeavor not to have this happen to anyone, of course. The various magical disciplines studied in Eorzea place great emphasis upon drawing in and using the ambient aether of the world, rather than risk the drain upon your own.

[One ear turns aside a bit, and her hands still around her teacup.]

The Empire we face eschews reliance upon manipulation of aether, chiefly because they are themselves incapable of utilizing it. Instead they progress in the use of nonmagical technology.

[There's a certain degree of apathy when Terra discusses these things; they sadden her, surely, but these experiences are so much a part of who she is and so vital to her learning to embrace her other self that she can't simply pretend they never happened. Rather, it's better to let those memories strengthen her resolve— as Y'shtola said, her past will define her always, but that doesn't have to be a bad thing.

She nods slowly, considering.]

And that's what your world calls 'magitek,' right?

[Another parallel.]

I wonder if the Empire is jealous of those who can use that aether...

Quite possibly, though they do not present themselves to the rest of the world as such. Rather they comport themselves as superior, in that they have surpassed the necessary dependence upon aether they claim to believe hobbles our progress. Their advances in technology independent of aether use are unmatched in that regard, as I mentioned, and I take no pleasure in the compliment, nor do I make it lightly.

[Though she buries it deep and it has no place in this world, the Garlean Empire and her emissaries and machinations have taken much from Y'shtola, and she senses they shall continue their assault upon that which she holds most dear. It would not be too much hyperbole to suggest she hates them.]

[So many similarities, and yet the differences between Eorzea's Empire and her own are so critical that it's hard to believe two such powers could cause such destruction in so similar a way, motivated by differing beliefs.]

Yours is a world that thrives on magic, practically breathes aether itself, while magic is thought to be dead by most in my own.

[Her brow furrows slightly.]

There are so many parallels between the two, and yet in other ways, our worlds are complete opposites— people in your world fear primals, while the Espers in my own fear humans.

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