"He used you. Made you do all the hard work of- I-I don't know, summoning servants, dragging items across realities, o-or making them. Using you to kill people, and show off the power Larson had, the control he had over you."
He finds a couple of mugs. "But it was killing you. Killing you both, actually. Every time you projected out of him it drained Larson more, and when he used your magic, like a fucking battery, you were weaker. You weren't meant to be contained by him."
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"He used you. Made you do all the hard work of- I-I don't know, summoning servants, dragging items across realities, o-or making them. Using you to kill people, and show off the power Larson had, the control he had over you."
He finds a couple of mugs. "But it was killing you. Killing you both, actually. Every time you projected out of him it drained Larson more, and when he used your magic, like a fucking battery, you were weaker. You weren't meant to be contained by him."