So it's sort of like an instinct, this stuff?

[Another wave of his hand, another jolt of electricity springing into empty air. It's something, sure, but not something that seems especially useful, small as it is.

Just a Thunder spell. Just a thing he has no name for]

I don't think I understand...rejecting something. How do you reject it without fighting it?

[If thoughts like that were counter-intuitive, how does someone separate those concepts?]

That is a life he no longer recalls]