[This time, Raistlin laughs. It is a dark, twisted sound, not anything that is pleasant to listen to and has sent chills up even elven spines.]
You understand, then. Without my magic, I would not exist. I wear Black Robes, though I am, of course, assuming you are not color blind. I would surrender anything for my magic, and my Test that I spoke of is relevant as there, I did surrender everything for my magic. Everything. I live on through my magic, just as you do through your creations.
[Raistlin folds his arms over themselves as he shrugs lightly.]
Whether my point is redundant or not is merely a matter of perspective, as most things are in the universe.