Presto's hands shook as she spoke and he tried to speak at first, then nodded, shivering a little. "I just... I feel like every time I try to decide something, I just see them, in the wreckage." He blew out a long breath.
"I know it makes no sense and that I didn't cause it, but it feels... feels different. It feels so... bad." He looked up at her and swallowed.
"I don't know what to do." His eyes flickered with blue and the room warmed as his magic awoke. Feeling it, he pulled his hand away and looked around swallowing. "Shit."
"And now the magic is awake. And I am not entirely sure how to control it." He rubbed his hands together as, behind his eyes, energy swirled and thoughts and images of hundreds of spells rolled chaotically.