“We have used this for centuries.”“How?” I asked – supposing that might itself be a clue.“Well,” he said. “A mage looks at the world r...ther differently than a scientist. We take in the totality of the image – the color, the light, the sensation it evokes.” He gestured to the image. “We reflect on how all the parts work in synthesis. So too, does magick work. One does not picture each individual step upon the route of casting a spell. One simply wills...” His brow furrowed and a green glow. 'I hate being 13 ... my body is taking control of my mind. Everybody says, "You need to grow up, girl." and when I try, they say, "You're too young." I'm betting 14 isn't any better.' "Hi Tim." Even though he wasn't sitting right seat a blink of an eye ago ... there he was ... looking concerned."You ARE suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I was hoping you were young enough to get over it quickly. See that cloud?"There was only one cloud as far as the eye could see in this clear blue. And so as we drove I would keep glancing at her, as if to make sure she was real, that she was still there. And to reaffirm that impression, I drove with my hand resting on her thigh most of the way, caressing lightly, loving the feel of her body.I think I must have hit a tender spot because she was squirming in her seat and pressing her thighs together, and would trap my hand between the warmth of them and squeeze. She returned the favor by reaching across and rubbing her hand along my thigh.. Oh no. In the end... I only drew into enemy territory. But at least-- (she draws a small dagger) At least I can make sure there's one less of them!(She lunges at Tatsumi; he strikes her and she falls to the ground.)Tatsumi: I foresaw this as well! Your story about his sleeping is most likely a lie. Did you think the shallow emotions of a young girl could fool me? We'll finish the girl later! First, bring Battousai down! Nakajou, Sumita, Yatsume! Now is the time to show me your dark arts!.