[One day, I finally came to my senses and realized that I can't move my arms... at all... I could barely feel with them and could make them swing if I moved my torso, but nothing more than that. I was scared. I cried. I felt so helpless in the darkness. But I had you to help me.]
{Indeed}.
[By that point magic has saved us many times already, so I tried to make my hands move with magic. I focused my mind and let the mana fill my useless broken limbs.]
{And you succeeded.}
[Almost. Not exactly though... Not the way I wished for. I could move my arms but they felt alien. As if they didn't fully belong to me, I couldn't move my fingers the same way as before either.]
{But after you managed to make your arms move with magic, your control over mana and power of the spells became a lot better than mine.}
[Indeed.]
{I still am jealous of how good you are with it.}
