“Our magic is a cure, can’t you see that. We can make a better place,” her smile made him want to believe her but his experience with his powers knew what she was saying were just hopefully words tainted by her lack of bad experiences.
“Magic isn’t a cure… it’s a curse, Lio.” He dug his nails into the railing. He didn’t look at her knowing that she was staring him down to explain his reasons for saying such ‘un-optimistic’ things. They were different. They had seen the different sides of magic. Her touch fought the demons of death, while his gave them more power.
“Maybe you’re right…” her voice was but a whisper, as he glanced up at her when hearing her soft reply. A smirk was on her lips when the warmth of her hand rested on the back of his. “Maybe it’s both.”
“Meaning we are the one’s cursed with magic so we use it to cure the world that punished us in the first place.” Her attention changed to look out at the city below while she squeezed his hand tighter. “After all you can’t spell curse with cure.”