He had too little energy to spend it on expanding his imagination.
If something became available to him, he would pursue it. He would try just about anything if it meant fixing his world or helping his people.
“I am glad your hands feel better,” he said. “I am surprised to hear that you still have some sort of unnatural effect. But if it is not hurting you,” or otherwise inconveniencing him, “then I suppose I cannot complain. I will recharge my stone and perhaps it will be more effective if you would like to come back and let me try again.”
The assessment of the stone was interesting. Though Caedus was tired from an already heavy conversation, he found himself unable to refuse his curiosity.
“Would you like to try another object? I have many. Here,” he said, and immediately pulled out a crudely carved wooden figure from his pocket. It looked like it might have been intended to be a toy, and it had seen many years of play before eventually lost. “I found this, too. I wanted to know what animal it is.”
It looked like a bear but its face was kind. Someone had spent time making this. Sharp edges had been smoothed out and parts of the figure had small dents and chips.
“I have many crystals, too. If you would like to try them.”
Guine
