The words sink into the angry young man's mind and stick. It was something LT or even Marion would have said to get Sean to refocus and stop doing whatever stupidly foolish combat idea got stuck into his head. He turns his fists dropping to his sides, dripping blood and bruised. He turns around trembling.

He is breathing hard and fast, his heart racing as he stares down the man. "Magic," he says confused, "you mean like Bleed..."