[ Jack shifts, an aborted step backwards, and he grips his staff with both hands in an automatic reflex. the very thought of training with another person plucks some kind of nervousness in him, too close to the knotted ball of fear that's kept him alone since he woke up. he didn't spend three years living in forests and mountains just so he could screw it all up now. arguing about Sanctuary was bad enough. deliberately focusing on his powers around another person? no no no. he can't. ]
That's... probably not a good idea. I, uh. I don't think you're getting how bad my bad control is.
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[ Jack shifts, an aborted step backwards, and he grips his staff with both hands in an automatic reflex. the very thought of training with another person plucks some kind of nervousness in him, too close to the knotted ball of fear that's kept him alone since he woke up. he didn't spend three years living in forests and mountains just so he could screw it all up now. arguing about Sanctuary was bad enough. deliberately focusing on his powers around another person? no no no. he can't. ]
That's... probably not a good idea. I, uh. I don't think you're getting how bad my bad control is.