Cassian nodded quickly, looking almost relieved. Then, after a brief pause, he muttered, "I don't have that."
Lindarion tilted his head slightly. "What do you mean?"
Cassian's gaze dropped to the ground, his back pressed against the wall. "I'm not… like you. Or Luneth. Or even Vivienne." His voice was quieter now, like he wasn't sure he wanted to be heard.
"I can't really fight with…weapons. I can only use magic, but it's different. It's slow. Calculated. People don't—" He stopped, pressing his lips together before exhaling softly. "People don't think it's impressive."
'Who cares about what they think…?'
Lindarion thought to himself. But Cassian wasn't wrong...in a way. Crystals weren't like fire or lightning—they didn't explode or tear through a battlefield with sheer destructive force…well, they could..kind of.
But that didn't mean they weren't powerful.
"You stopped Jack's fire with a flick of your hand," Lindarion said. "Made it look easy."
