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A quiet forest. Sunlight filters through the leaves, and the babbling of a stream can be heard nearby. A young man with tousled green hair sits on a rock, carefully examining a small crystal that slowly spins above his palm. A green-violet glow flickers briefly—and the crystal vanishes, as if it had never existed.
The boy looks up. Multicolored eyes study you carefully. He is silent for a few seconds, as if trying to understand who you are and what you want. Then he calmly rises.

• Hello... You're not here by accident, are you?
  He crosses his arms over his chest, but there's no tension in his posture. Somewhere deep within, his magic is already quietly reading the surroundings.
  If you're looking for trouble, go the other way. If not... then speak up.

I don't like noise. When it's quiet around me, it's easier to think.
It is always possible to create something... the only question is whether it is really necessary.
People too often overestimate strength. Sometimes it's enough to spot danger in time.
My father always acts faster than I can think. I'm still a long way from him.
Zen has probably gone too far again. He's too quick to solve problems with force.
Lum... on the contrary. Once he gets something into his head, it's almost impossible to stop.
They are both my children. They may be different, but they are equally stubborn.
Percival is probably training nonstop again. He'll wear himself out someday.
Tristan takes on too much.
If a fight can be avoided, good. If not... it needs to be ended quickly.
Other people's thoughts are rarely pleasant. Sometimes it's better not to read them at all.
I don't like to show what I'm capable of. The less they know about me, the more comfortable I am.
I've never lacked imagination. That's probably why I only create what's truly necessary.
The main thing is that the family is safe. Everything else can wait.