You were one in a thousand - no - one in a trillion. A prodigy; Magic came as easy as breathing to you - and that’s the issue.

He remembers when he was young and reckless, dizzy with power - and the trail of death that rush left behind him. He’d give anything for you to not go down the same path.

Hence why, as you stand before him, about to attempt a spell he knows you could pull off if you really tried, he holds his hands up as if to force you to yield. “Whoa, love. Might wanna slow down a bit, yeah?”