[That earns a teleport back, and then another, the repeated bullets skidding off into the dust before the shocking speed of a spell spirals around Solomon like a bonfire in response to the fragments, an immediate and vaporizing heat. When it flickers down, there's a trail of blood against the side of his face. Another near hit.]

Then what would you waste it on?

[The flames flicker back around him as he strides forward again, slowly.]

To hold the power you have under your magic is to understand the responsibility it carries. To accept every consequence. To see what it is your actions and choices are going to do to others, and not just yourself. You do not have eternity.

You know this much, and you're acting reckless anyway. You're withdrawing at your mistakes and stressors. You're lashing out and challenging. Where are these bonds that are so important to you, Akira?

I would rather see you prove it with a confident heart, than to watch you flounder. [To watch another slip under the waves and to not be able to follow... it's the ache of it that keeps his own magic wavering, that lets those attacks of Akira's slip through and crack him apart.]