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Oh, that's a pity. It must be nice to know magic. Imagine, having the ability to just craft something like a magic mirror whenever one pleased! I can't even begin to consider all the ways that sort of study might prove useful.

Anyway, it's not as though we don't still have advisors. And one can learn such things, if one tries. He's very clever, you know, I'm certain he could do it.

If you think about it, now I'm the one who's off and disappeared on my family. It's likely his lessons have already started, now that I'm not around. That's just sensible.

Magic and science both are quite a marvel. Though I have seen how one's desire to pursue such things can affect them.

You seem quite determined to make yourself seem as if you have less worth than your brother. Perhaps this is a conversation best to have with your family when you return home.

I am not! That's not it at all. It's just...

I just admire him, the same way I do my father. You can't imagine what it was like, up there where the air was so hot and thick, trying not to give that monster the satisfaction of seeing me cry and scream. Just waiting for it to decide it was hungry enough.

And then it was gone, and there Alexander was, just...standing there. He didn't pose or shout or wave a banner. He didn't ask for gratitude. He just untied me and wept and said how glad he was to be home.

But I suppose tales of heroism always look more glorious from the outside, than they do for the one who's lived through them. His impossible deeds seem so grand to me, and mine are just all full of grave dirt and whale snot.

I see. This is starting to make more sense.

These kinds of things are rarely ever as noble and gallant, as you said. It's often filthy work. Sad, desperate, wretched. So rarely with a happy ending.

My suggestion to you is to not undermine yourself. Admire as you wish, but perhaps your family will find things about you that they do not have for themselves.

You're always so good at cheering me up. But...I admit you may not have been entirely wrong before, either. Likely I am a little jealous. And worried about how I might measure up. And as you say, undermining myself before anyone else can do it for me.

I suppose that means I'll have to be better about the way I admire you, just the same.

You admire me? Truly?

I don't believe I've yet seen you struggle with a single thing, since we both turned up here.

You have, actually. When we first met.

I struggled with the idea of trusting you. That is not in any way a reflection on you, but on me.

...Then why did you, ultimately? What I mean is, what made you decide I was worthy of it? Did you simply decide to take a chance?

There were small things I picked up on. Your cleverness, your strength, your nobility. So I felt thought that perhaps I could take that chance.

There are times I am still uncertain. Again, that is not due to you. I am still working to sort out some feelings I have.

And do you trust me now? Enough so to answer a question of mine, perhaps?

I can make the attempt.

...What were you doing before you came here? I mean before setting off for Danesti. You know where I was, and what I did. What were you doing?

I see.

I was mostly feeling bad for myself. Drinking a lot.

Was a bit like the hunter I told you about. Which horrifies me to this day.

Then it's been better for you, being here. Or have you been up to more of the same, when no one's watching?

I haven't been drinking, if that's what you would like to know. Tempting as it is.

It's not, but I rather think you've answered my question by not answering it, anyway.

All right, very well, then. I'm going to get a laugh out of you whether you like it or not. What's a ghost's favorite type of music?