[It made a lot of sense now what Lilith did. Why she'd been so desperate for Eda to willingly join the fold. Why she wound up taking part of her curse at her near-execution and then running away from the Emperor's Coven. At the time, he'd thought she'd been corrupted somehow, her love for her sister blinding her to the immorality of the Owl Lady's use of wild magic and rebellion against the Emperor.]
[But it makes sense. She'd done wrong. She couldn't undo the damage entirely, but she did fix as much as she could...and then did better. Rebelling against Belos at her sister's side.]
[He's surprised at the light glyphs, though. Magic is precious to him, now that he finally can do it, but he still thinks the light glyph is the most beautiful. It'd been such a comfort those cold nights he'd tried to live on the street, when he realized he could create light glyphs mixed with the fire glyph. In the dark, with only Flapjack's presence taking the edge off his loneliness, he'd had that glow and warmth to help make it so his only other company wasn't the dark.]
[The lesson is precious, too. He nods at her words.]
[And it doesn't escape him how nice it feels to have the Owl Lady, of all people, guiding his hands with magic. Maybe he'll be able to earn his way into being taught by her, like he hopes.]
[At least there is hope. At least even despite all he's done, he has a chance to do good. At least he's away from Belos, even if he didn't have the idyllic life they just lost. At least he has people around him that actually care about him; love that comes without sharp edges. In Luz's world, right now, there are other people that care about him, too. People he needs to get back to.]
For what it's worth... you were a really good aunt. I wish I had been lucky enough for that to be real.
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[But it makes sense. She'd done wrong. She couldn't undo the damage entirely, but she did fix as much as she could...and then did better. Rebelling against Belos at her sister's side.]
[He's surprised at the light glyphs, though. Magic is precious to him, now that he finally can do it, but he still thinks the light glyph is the most beautiful. It'd been such a comfort those cold nights he'd tried to live on the street, when he realized he could create light glyphs mixed with the fire glyph. In the dark, with only Flapjack's presence taking the edge off his loneliness, he'd had that glow and warmth to help make it so his only other company wasn't the dark.]
[The lesson is precious, too. He nods at her words.]
[And it doesn't escape him how nice it feels to have the Owl Lady, of all people, guiding his hands with magic. Maybe he'll be able to earn his way into being taught by her, like he hopes.]
[At least there is hope. At least even despite all he's done, he has a chance to do good. At least he's away from Belos, even if he didn't have the idyllic life they just lost. At least he has people around him that actually care about him; love that comes without sharp edges. In Luz's world, right now, there are other people that care about him, too. People he needs to get back to.]
For what it's worth... you were a really good aunt. I wish I had been lucky enough for that to be real.