[He looks awkward about book-burning being talked about like it's the bad thing he knows it is. (At least when the books are less mass produced than some of the ones he's found out are in this world.]
[How do you tell someone you're guilty of it? And not in a harmless way like burning the 2924355th copy of a book in a fun human cultural ritual, like he thought they were possibly doing? There had been wild witches that had fallen to the ground sobbing as the coven guards had tipped long-tended archives or family heirlooms into the fire, books that contained the now-lost wisdom of whole generations of witches.]
[Gone forever.]
[...At least the ones he hadn't silently slipped away with sleight of hand, his curiosity about wild magic burning him as if he was standing too close to the fire. A part of him been violently struggling towards the truth, even before he realized it.]
I...haven't really known where to start. I've seen a few things and read some books but you have a lot of movies on Earth.
To be fair, there's a lot I need to try to catch up on back home, too. At least if we can fix everything and I actually can sit down and do it.
[He's not sure how to make it register with other teens that it's beyond an issue of not having the same cultural touchstones - he also had a weird childhood compared to normal witch children. While they ran around in a schoolyard with classmates, playing games, he'd been fighting witches' duels without powers and surviving his way down from the top of a mountain - watching other coven guard initiates fail to do so, collapsing in the snow as the survivors trudged on.]
I grew up...kind of isolated. I read a lot, but I didn't have a crystal ball or a scroll for ages - that's what we use back home. Crystal balls are like your teevees, we can watch shows or movies on them, or use them for browsing through our version of your interwebs. And scrolls are like the interwebs part of the "sell" phones humans have.
[He still doesn't know what they're selling.]
So it's all a little new to me. Even back home, it was.
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[How do you tell someone you're guilty of it? And not in a harmless way like burning the 2924355th copy of a book in a fun human cultural ritual, like he thought they were possibly doing? There had been wild witches that had fallen to the ground sobbing as the coven guards had tipped long-tended archives or family heirlooms into the fire, books that contained the now-lost wisdom of whole generations of witches.]
[Gone forever.]
[...At least the ones he hadn't silently slipped away with sleight of hand, his curiosity about wild magic burning him as if he was standing too close to the fire. A part of him been violently struggling towards the truth, even before he realized it.]
I...haven't really known where to start. I've seen a few things and read some books but you have a lot of movies on Earth.
To be fair, there's a lot I need to try to catch up on back home, too. At least if we can fix everything and I actually can sit down and do it.
[He's not sure how to make it register with other teens that it's beyond an issue of not having the same cultural touchstones - he also had a weird childhood compared to normal witch children. While they ran around in a schoolyard with classmates, playing games, he'd been fighting witches' duels without powers and surviving his way down from the top of a mountain - watching other coven guard initiates fail to do so, collapsing in the snow as the survivors trudged on.]
I grew up...kind of isolated. I read a lot, but I didn't have a crystal ball or a scroll for ages - that's what we use back home. Crystal balls are like your teevees, we can watch shows or movies on them, or use them for browsing through our version of your interwebs. And scrolls are like the interwebs part of the "sell" phones humans have.
[He still doesn't know what they're selling.]
So it's all a little new to me. Even back home, it was.