"No. It always depends, with magic. Sometimes it's symbols, sometimes words, sometimes just -- knowing how to do it is enough, if that makes sense. Do it once, you can do it again?" He poked a vegetable onto his fork and then chewed thoughtfully for a moment. Dan was -- well. Different than most. As someone with shine he was already magically inclined, in a way. For the briefest of moments, John thought, maybe this was someone who could stand to be taught some of the tricks of the trade.
Magic cost though, and even though any idiot could learn it if they really wanted, it wasn't always a smart or good choice. He'd have to think on it.
He gave John a look, searching for a moment, before he leaned his arms on the table, leaned in a little, like he might just find those locked boxes behind his green-blue eyes. "Is that how you get rid of them?" He asked, after a beat. "Heavy burden, innit? To just carry them around with you like that." Locked away or not, they were still there and always would be, never quite forgotten.