[ almost idly, the tongue flicks; more to catch the scent of meat being cooked, beginning to lose thought in the action and carefully flipping the carcass’s position. the back of his mind wanders for a second, at the thought of the rarely cooked animal would taste any good— maybe that’s something to test for another day. ]

I don’t have my powers. None of the veteran witches could find any traces beyond . . . Not having magic. [ it’s only a theory, but— it’s the most positive theory he has of it. he doesn’t feel weak, he doesn’t have nosebleeds, he’s not getting any more memories sans the ones he already has, and. no titan. ] If I don’t have it, I’m not tied to it.