The smile he gets for his trouble is thin and familiar. “How frightened men will always be of their own power.”
...right. Yes. Veering away from supervillain speeches and back into safe teaching territory, he regards Alley with an absent-minded frown, his mind elsewhere as he considers what to say next and the expression seeming habitual. He'd frowned at his father's hounds only for being present, too, resignedly tolerant.
(However piously Romiar swore that he gave Petrana a pup only because they seemed to please her so, Martel has long suspected his father found his irritation with the gift as amusing as Petrana's delight. Doubtless it suits her country knight better, now.)
“I'm not to teach you my discipline,” he says, eventually. “There's no guarantee it'd suit you. What I offer is mastery of your own- through experimentation and technique guidance. It's as much a matter of mind as it is power. Moreso, in some cases.”
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...right. Yes. Veering away from supervillain speeches and back into safe teaching territory, he regards Alley with an absent-minded frown, his mind elsewhere as he considers what to say next and the expression seeming habitual. He'd frowned at his father's hounds only for being present, too, resignedly tolerant.
(However piously Romiar swore that he gave Petrana a pup only because they seemed to please her so, Martel has long suspected his father found his irritation with the gift as amusing as Petrana's delight. Doubtless it suits her country knight better, now.)
“I'm not to teach you my discipline,” he says, eventually. “There's no guarantee it'd suit you. What I offer is mastery of your own- through experimentation and technique guidance. It's as much a matter of mind as it is power. Moreso, in some cases.”