Lennon leans in a little closer, her eyes blazing. “That’s not power, Murphy. Magic is not something you can use in the open, is it, and there’s more to power than that. Intelligence is power, you need a brain to know how to use magic, but you don’t need magic to know how to work your brain. Can you use the music of someone else against them, or make someone tell you something without them realize your even digging? If I [i]need[/i] magic, then tell me this. How is it that I was perfectly fine before I became a host, but ever since I put on this gods damned amulet everything was ripped from me?” 

Carra smiles. “And the same for me. Thank you.”

Zenith nods and closes her eyes, focusing on a distant southern wind. Slowly, it shifts and rustles the Once still trees outside.