Fox let out a breath and slowly started to stack them, clearly organizing them though it wasn’t immediately apparent what by.

“It’s not who you are, Mingyu. You aren’t this. Just like I’m not my magic either.” He picked up one and looked forlornly at it for a long minute.

“You know that on a technical level these are incredible, right? Like... the ability to do stuff like this... people used to praise me a lot but this is stuff the wrong people would kill for.” He finally turned back, looking smaller somehow than he had been.

“Is this what you want to be doing?”