["Pushing a bit hard" was exactly what he was aiming for, really. The bottle gives him pause, and he takes it, bemused. After Izunia's words, he looks to it, then pinches his brow, fingers squeezing around the bottle. It gives way, and he takes in a breath as the burn of the electricity fades from his body.]
... thank you.
[He pulls himself back up and sits in the chair once more. He takes a deep breath, already... attempting it again.
But there's not even a small pop of static in his hand.]
What... but I just—! [why has he been betrayed by magic like this]
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... thank you.
[He pulls himself back up and sits in the chair once more. He takes a deep breath, already... attempting it again.
But there's not even a small pop of static in his hand.]
What... but I just—! [why has he been betrayed by magic like this]