Cressida and Leon
Blood vows and flesh rituals sprang to Leon's mind, but no, John was a healer, and that practice was dark voodoo. Hoodoo magic that Leon was no longer a part of. The Cherokee focused on life. John's gift was substantial, even if it wasn't the most flashy talent around. Leon's frown deepened.
"He's... He's just a quiet kid who doubts himself too much. He lacks confidence. He doesn't feel like he's worth anything, no matter what you tell him. He'll dive into a study of magic and not emerge for days. That kind of focus is admirable. It's--"
Leon was starting to connect the dots and see what Cressida was eluding to. John had taken steps towards meeting the unspoken standard his half-brother left, but what? What had he done?