"You don't know?" he asked. "When a normal object becomes magical it's only as powerful as the one who made it so. In other words, if I try to use this thing to fight something magically stronger than you I'll likely get myself killed. I want to make sure I don't get in anything over my head." He sighed, still a bit disappointed that she wouldn't tell him much. "Fine, I'll with hold my questions for now, but I want you to stay here with me. I won't force you, but I want someone else who knows about this," he held up the journal, "a good person to keep a close eye on me. I've heard so many stories of people who go corrupt with this kind of power. And I don't want that to be me. You can live where ever you want, though my house is a good, inexpensive option, go where ever you want, do whatever you want. But if you could keep an eye on me, I'd appreciate that." Daisuke was being extra careful. If he wrote in the journal to restrict him from doing things, it would weaken it. But he knew he needed some sort of leash. "Humans are emotional," he said, "I don't want to take anything too far."