Damian looked apprehensive for a moment before letting out a sigh and sitting forward, resting his arms on his knees. "Because I didn't place the skill locks on my magic. I found them when I was in near death and fighting wizards who were at least ten times stronger than I was. And I'm not convinced my magic is done surprising me." When she looks at him quizzically, he shrugs. "It feels incomplete, like there's something the spells are missing to put out their all, no matter what skill lock I'm on." He sighs again and summons the knife blade again lets it float in between them, slowly rotating in a circle.

"See what I mean? I mean, the handle is a given, but besides the point. I guess I shouldn't ask if you see what I mean, it's not something you can understand on my level, but it just feels," Damian shrugs in defeat, dismissing the knife again, "incomplete."