[He goes quiet a moment, but it's not a bad silence. It's a considering one. Is it different? Yes, and no. Nick is only 18. He doesn't have the same kind of age that Ambrose has, the same perspective on time yet. Reggie is his age, and right now that doesn't mean anything. In twenty, thirty, forty years?
Then things will change.]
It's not different. Not really. It feels the same. But I know I'm young. I know that soon, I'll look like this and he...won't.
[He touches his mouth a little, careful.]
It's almost easier. Freeing. He doesn't play games. He just says what he wants and they're all just...pleasant desires. Sabrina's the same, you know. She doesn't feel like a witch, sometimes. She has all that magic, all that power, but-
-she doesn't think it's fun to play those power games.
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Then things will change.]
It's not different. Not really. It feels the same. But I know I'm young. I know that soon, I'll look like this and he...won't.
[He touches his mouth a little, careful.]
It's almost easier. Freeing. He doesn't play games. He just says what he wants and they're all just...pleasant desires. Sabrina's the same, you know. She doesn't feel like a witch, sometimes. She has all that magic, all that power, but-
-she doesn't think it's fun to play those power games.