"A reasonable definition," he agrees, "though one with very muddy borders, if you ask me. Risk is a matter of degrees."
He drops his now-clean hands, and adds:
"But I might use the same framework to describe the magic I consider dangerous. There are forces in our reality that are anathema to the soul, Willow; they are the darkness that devours the light. There are places so dark, in fact, that no divinity can see past that horizon. I get a bit nervous when anyone thinks it a good idea to work with those."
He tips his hand in the direction of the distant Pthumerian sea.
"This world has its own share of the unknowable," he says. "And the inhuman."
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He drops his now-clean hands, and adds:
"But I might use the same framework to describe the magic I consider dangerous. There are forces in our reality that are anathema to the soul, Willow; they are the darkness that devours the light. There are places so dark, in fact, that no divinity can see past that horizon. I get a bit nervous when anyone thinks it a good idea to work with those."
He tips his hand in the direction of the distant Pthumerian sea.
"This world has its own share of the unknowable," he says. "And the inhuman."