[There's a lot that's unfamiliar here. Seeing Rynlan like that is plenty jarring, though Zelgadis's expression remains measured. His gaze follows that small movement of Rynlan's.]
... You guys were pretty desperate. What kind of sickness was that...?
...I mentioned elves are magical by nature. We're-- dependent on it, at this point, after centuries of living so close to a source, and normally it's more than enough to sustain us.
We didn't know we were addicted until it was destroyed. The demons' magic... we were desperate, it was all we had.
Elves who fail to control their addiction and succumb to it-- they change.
[his ears twitch a little uncomfortably, at the thought.]
Either they indulged too much, or they starved themselves until they couldn't help but give in and glut themselves on magic. It doesn't matter either way, they still... they lose control. They're slaves to their hunger, at that point, they consume so much of it that it literally grows from their bodies.
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... You guys were pretty desperate. What kind of sickness was that...?
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We didn't know we were addicted until it was destroyed. The demons' magic... we were desperate, it was all we had.
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What does that mean, to "turn"?
[Something that happens if they starve?]
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[his ears twitch a little uncomfortably, at the thought.]
Either they indulged too much, or they starved themselves until they couldn't help but give in and glut themselves on magic. It doesn't matter either way, they still... they lose control. They're slaves to their hunger, at that point, they consume so much of it that it literally grows from their bodies.