[Silence had been watching his not!son practicing combat in the background with mild curiosity (and some quiet approval) for some time before the boy cast his strange spell - what else could it have been? - and a green explosion went off above their house. He blinks at the sky...only to feel wetness on his cheeks. Upon reaching up to touch it, he finds tears there, and his vision steadily blurring with more.
It's been centuries since he's cried...and he doesn't consciously feel any significant sorrow. But the tears just keep coming, debilitatingly...some sort of status effect? But mystics were hardly ever affected by those -
...oh. Right. He isn't currently a mystic. That explains a lot.]
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It's been centuries since he's cried...and he doesn't consciously feel any significant sorrow. But the tears just keep coming, debilitatingly...some sort of status effect? But mystics were hardly ever affected by those -
...oh. Right. He isn't currently a mystic. That explains a lot.]