[Aah, not that his insomniac habits have been particularly secretive either, considering how Clarke and Natsuno would often spend nights colluding in cabin 109 into the dark hours of morning with Jade often awake for large swathes in the backdrop. It's mildly surprising in an amusing sort of way, though, for Clarke to bring this up now--]
For the most part, yes! It's rather difficult to sleep with glasses on without eventually damaging them, you see. But on the other hand, waking every morning after a standard 8 hours to considerable pain isn't terribly ideal either. So, with time I adjusted my sleep schedule accordingly.
[...]
Scared? Not particularly. Being afraid of something you've wrought upon yourself isn't particularly productive, after all.
[...Hm. Though the fact she'd be concerned is...touching? If it's concern after all; harder to tell, these things, in written correspondence.
And then again, sometimes there are feelings that shine through no matter the medium. Clarke's prompt answer after that--about magic, and her feelings about being entrenched in it, and her burning desire to have it in any form--it's another bit of a surprise, the sheer vehemence of it.
Jade, who has been considered frighteningly talented in the use of fonic artes since the age of four--who was inventing new spells wholesale by the time he was eight--who would go on to create truly terrible things, and subsequently wished he'd never been allowed to wield such talent at all, in darker hours--frowns a bit at this portion of Clarke's message, for a protracted moment or so.]
Well, I must confess. Though I remain human, at the end of the day, it's still likely true that I wouldn't quite know this exact feeling you describe.
I'm happy to take your word for the fact that it could, indeed, suck.
...And you believe having "magic everything" would be enough to ease this feeling?
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For the most part, yes! It's rather difficult to sleep with glasses on without eventually damaging them, you see. But on the other hand, waking every morning after a standard 8 hours to considerable pain isn't terribly ideal either. So, with time I adjusted my sleep schedule accordingly.
[...]
Scared? Not particularly. Being afraid of something you've wrought upon yourself isn't particularly productive, after all.
[...Hm. Though the fact she'd be concerned is...touching? If it's concern after all; harder to tell, these things, in written correspondence.
And then again, sometimes there are feelings that shine through no matter the medium. Clarke's prompt answer after that--about magic, and her feelings about being entrenched in it, and her burning desire to have it in any form--it's another bit of a surprise, the sheer vehemence of it.
Jade, who has been considered frighteningly talented in the use of fonic artes since the age of four--who was inventing new spells wholesale by the time he was eight--who would go on to create truly terrible things, and subsequently wished he'd never been allowed to wield such talent at all, in darker hours--frowns a bit at this portion of Clarke's message, for a protracted moment or so.]
Well, I must confess. Though I remain human, at the end of the day, it's still likely true that I wouldn't quite know this exact feeling you describe.
I'm happy to take your word for the fact that it could, indeed, suck.
...And you believe having "magic everything" would be enough to ease this feeling?