Sounds about right. Hell, I might almost say he deserved it if I thought anyone did.
[Already exhausted and still incredibly tense, Waver leaned against Diarmuid's shoulder.]
The thing is, Magic Circuits aren't...normal. W-we're born with them, sure. But to a regular human body, they register as unnatural. So activating them is going to hurt on some level, no matter how good you are. And as you say, if they're destroyed it's like destroying one's entire nervous system. Which is obviously a bad thing.
[Waver's hand went back to his shoulder--gripping it any tighter than he was might well have ended up drawing blood.]
A Magic Crest is...more extreme, really. It's something inherited piece by piece, when someone's young so they have time to adjust to it. Even then, it hurts kind of like being burned. M-more or less, it's a magus engraving their own knowledge into their heir's circuits.
[He paused as if to catch his breath, forcibly keeping his voice from shaking. This wasn't something he'd prepared for, and in hindsight that seemed a glaring miscalculation. At this point he was starting to feel feverish, though by now Waver realized that was no actual illness. Prana run through opened circuits had the side effect of raising one's body temperature, especially in this situation.]
This isn't...it's not supposed to just sh-show up like this. [Waver managed a pained, humorless laugh.] It's a delicate and particularly risky thing, and this mess is just taking a hammer to the whole ordeal like it's going to settle in overfuckingnight.
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[Already exhausted and still incredibly tense, Waver leaned against Diarmuid's shoulder.]
The thing is, Magic Circuits aren't...normal. W-we're born with them, sure. But to a regular human body, they register as unnatural. So activating them is going to hurt on some level, no matter how good you are. And as you say, if they're destroyed it's like destroying one's entire nervous system. Which is obviously a bad thing.
[Waver's hand went back to his shoulder--gripping it any tighter than he was might well have ended up drawing blood.]
A Magic Crest is...more extreme, really. It's something inherited piece by piece, when someone's young so they have time to adjust to it. Even then, it hurts kind of like being burned. M-more or less, it's a magus engraving their own knowledge into their heir's circuits.
[He paused as if to catch his breath, forcibly keeping his voice from shaking. This wasn't something he'd prepared for, and in hindsight that seemed a glaring miscalculation. At this point he was starting to feel feverish, though by now Waver realized that was no actual illness. Prana run through opened circuits had the side effect of raising one's body temperature, especially in this situation.]
This isn't...it's not supposed to just sh-show up like this. [Waver managed a pained, humorless laugh.] It's a delicate and particularly risky thing, and this mess is just taking a hammer to the whole ordeal like it's going to settle in overfuckingnight.