“This is pointless,” he says to himself, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he sat before you — the therapist he’s forcing himself to see. After recent events, his constant… disturbing thoughts had put him in a bad state; the bags under his eyes were a tell. He decided to try and save himself before it’s too late for salvation.

His fingers tapped on the table as he watched you set the notebook down, he’s never exactly done therapy before. As a sorcerer, it was beyond him — but it’s worth a try.