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[Myr's expression and ears both fall--at the mention of Justine, and the Rathmores. (It's harder to be upset about the loss of the SQUIP, though knowing what losing it had done to Connor means he can, at least, try.)

He can't see the gesture but can infer something of it, from the sound and the way the air moves around them.]

Don't be, little spark, [he says, gently.] This is hard work you've never done before.

[A breath, in and out.] Since the Rathmores tortured you, you've been...wounded. Afraid? Helpless? Angry?

[plasticasshole]

Helpless.

[That seems to fit.]

I couldn't stop them. And it... scared me. When I was freed, I spent a good while being afraid it would happen again. Even after they were executed, I felt unsafe. Incapable of protecting myself anymore.

[But what does he expect? He can fight, but magic will always win out over fists. And the only magic he has either requires him to be wet, or for water to be nearby.]