[That stops him. He stands there, thinking bitterly of the mages he's known who claimed so furiously to be oppressed--claimed it even though he knew, he knew they were wrong, that they had the power and would abuse it given half a chance. He thought Colette something like them, before. Now he doesn't know what to think of her.]
You probably have. Cherish it.
[He doesn't want to hear her response. He's afraid of her pity, suddenly, and afraid, as before, of how much stronger than him she is on the inside. He lets that peculiar glow envelop him again, until he's a luminous ghost once more, and then he flashes away through the undergrowth, leaving the strange angel-girl behind.]
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You probably have. Cherish it.
[He doesn't want to hear her response. He's afraid of her pity, suddenly, and afraid, as before, of how much stronger than him she is on the inside. He lets that peculiar glow envelop him again, until he's a luminous ghost once more, and then he flashes away through the undergrowth, leaving the strange angel-girl behind.]