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“Uh huh. We talked about it before, how I use my magic to help you and Chaya train.” she says, you vaguely remembering her telling you that Future Chaya was training with her to increase her own pain tolerance. “I even asked her if she was sure, if she really wanted to feel my magic. But then when I do exactly what she wants, now she hates me! Why?”
“Your magic isn't something most people can handle, kiddo.” you tell her, reaching up with your left hand and stroking her long, white hair. “Not everyone can take pain like I can.”
“But she asked for it!” Milha says, a bit of heat to her voice now. The tears burned away by her rising anger. “She asked me to do it, then got mad at me when I did! The audacity! How DARE she get mad at ME?!”
“If she feels ashamed that she couldn't handle your magic, she might have lashed out at you in embarrassment.” you say, trying to calm her down. “It probably hurt her pride that she crumpled under a single spell. And she took that out on you.”
“But why? Does that mean she doesn't want to be friends anymore?” Milha asks you. “Does she really hate me?”
“I don't know, but I don't think so.” you tell your daughter. “She's probably embarrassed now, after everything that happened. Maybe you should give her some space for a few days, see if she'll come to you and want to talk things out. If she does, try and be understanding of her and where she's coming from. Magic can be frightening, especially to people who have no way to fight back against it. It still scares me, sometimes.”
“Really?” Milha asks you, sounding equally worried and surprised. “Even you get scared?”
“Everyone is afraid of something, kiddo. Being powerless is one that most of us fear. Especially the stronger you are.” you tell her. “Being helpless, despite all our power... It doesn't feel good.”
“I see...” she says, looking down. So, you decide to lighten the mood, ruffling her hair with your left hand. Getting a playful 'H-Hey!' out of her, causing you to laugh. Which gets a laugh out of her as well, you stand back up and setting her down. “Thanks, Father. I really needed that.”
“Of course, anytime kiddo.” you tell her, using your telekinesis to pull your dropped blade back to your hand. “I'm working on my Djem So right now, want to join me?”
“Thanks, but I need to go.” she replies, flying over and hugging you once more before blasting off. She may be a little... Different than the others, but you still love her all the same. You just hope that her uniqueness doesn't ostracize her from all of her new peers.
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