Zatanna staggers back from you and hisses in pain, covering the burn you accidentally inflicted on her forearm with her hand. "It's okay," she manages to choke out as you approach her with a worried expression. "It's okay, it's okay baby, I'm not mad."

Your mother tries to smile at you, but inside, her head is whirring. She practically sees the magic you inherited from her coiling around you like a thick-bodied python, settling its weight on your shoulders. She would do anything to rid you of that weight. She's tried everything - sending you to live with the Homo Magi, with your father, Constantine, and trying to soothe the bubbling magic inside of you herself.

Zatanna whispers something underneath her breath and begins to heal the burn you gave her, after she instructed you to try a spell. She knows it was a mistake, she knows the thought of hurting her would never cross your mind. But you're growing volatile, though it's out of your control. "Just..." Her fingers press against the rapidly healing wound as she forces a smile on her face. Damn. That hurt more than it should have. What did you do to her? "Give me a second, baby."