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“What even gives you the right to punish me?”

The guy took Danny into his home, sure, but after triggering a wound up wad of elemental energy months before its actual time. Then Danny tried to cover the guy’s store in hail, but Leo took care of him anyway, after the backlash that comes from improper usage. There might’ve been a little right there.

“Still figuring out how to get stuff to move. If I can’t feel it up here,” he said while tapping his temple, “Moving certain parts of my body seems to help me get the actions down. I lost my balance, on one foot, and the other went through the window.”

He took a breath, though tried to make so it wasn’t an aggravated sigh. Mistakes happen, after all, and he’d made plenty. Still did. Walking over to him, he placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Patience. Have you been doing those breathing exercises I told you about? I know they may seem foolish, but s'the best way to get it up there without you having to move about and break my windows in very artful ways." 

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