[ Alex shouldn't feel bad at all, if only because once the pain isn't overlaying everything with static, all he gets across is receding guilt and Bottomless Amusement. The special flavor that comes when you watch your best friend fall out of a tree and lose your shit instead of helping him. That picture of Alex flipping out to bad he clocked his own skull is put in a picture frame and taped to the side of his cubicle forever.

Though the question earns this mental flatline for a split second. It's a fair question. But there's a high chance trying to give lessons in this state will just make no fucking sense at all. And it carries the risk of-




No, it's fine. He's too stupid to become a Witch. ] My system might not work. An's hard to explain without a space on hand. Can try giving you something to work with.

Close your eyes and picture a place you know perfectly.