Somewhere, inside him, a part of David felt hurt. He really did use magic a lot. He really did wish he had a normal life. However, it wasn't in the way Able thought. David had accepted that he would never- could never have a normal life. His real wish, was that he had been born into a normal life. One with normal parents. Because they would be alive today. Alive to see him off to school and call him on the weekends to see if he was going to come home so mom could wash his clothes. To have his Dad come visit and watch the College Football game and his mom bring him sandwiches and instant noodles, just to make sure he was eating properly. He did wish he was normal, he would have parents now if he was normal.<br/><br/>The sadness came over David like an anvil. It threatened to drag him down into the ocean and never let him go. He could feel himself drowning, memories bubbling out of the dark vaults in his mind he'd thought he had managed to lock away forever. It was there, and then it was gone.<br/><br/>"Chill-the-hell-out dude," David said, looking from the trash can to Able. "I'm not about to allow anyone to get my blood. Other witches, and some other nasty creatures too but definitely witches, can use that to snuff me out or place a very powerful locator on me that might even challenge my parents charm. I don't really care what you think, I'm not letting my blood fall into the wrong hands because you have some obsessive aversion to magic. I'm a witch, so deal with it."<br/><br/>It was rude. Actually, it was very very rude and undiplomatic of David. Getting a scolding from his uncle, and partly in front of Able, wasn't doing any good for his morale- and pride.<br/><br/>"I'm also not going to leave my nose in pain and broken. It was broken because of magic, it can heal because of magic. I may want to be normal, but I'm not. And hey, magic is the reason my parents had their organs ripped out, so I figure magic sure as hell owes me."<br/><br/>David took a few seconds to stare Able down. He had aged a little in that moment. Everything he had been through culminated in his eyes. He put out his left hand to the side, calling Lanternarius, his sword. It came out of the wall and flew to him, unsheathed. The bright silver gleamed even without direct sunlight. It's power was palpable, letting out a silent hum and sending vibrations through everything and everyone around it. A strip of diamond made its way down the middle from the hilt to halfway down the sword, not on the hilt itself. It had the ability to store spells for later use, handy when one's wand was knocked away. Lanternarius was perhaps the most powerful sword in existence, though perhaps one other sword might be able to challenge that. According to legend, the sword was forged by the goddess Diana herself.<br/><br/>"Maybe things would have ended differently if I'd had Lanternarius with me down in that basement." David said. When the scabbard came to him, he sheathed the sword away, muting its power. David felt relieved. Holding the sword could be difficult, since it drew a lot of power out of you when it was unsheathed. Under normal circumstances, David would have not been allowed to even see the sword until he was a lot older and and had some preparatory training. The sword was also very heavy when it was unsheathed, making it difficult to fight with if he wasn't in good condition. He'd been working out a lot more to make it easier to hold it, and while it helped slightly, it was only part of what he needed to do to be able to handle the sword like a master. The room went back to its normal brightness. David wasn't sure what showing Lanternarius to Able would do. It was foolish of him to be reacting like this, but he didn't want Able to think he was getting the best of him or that he wasn't capable of fighting.<br/><br/>"So I guess we'll just have to see about whether or not I make it through." David waved his wand slightly, speaking, "Clendro." The room began to fix itself and things began to pack themselves in a gym bag. Stuff David would need during his little journey.<br/><br/>While that was going on, David noticed the constant cold icy feelings he was getting because of Able's gaze. Shades gazes felt different from Vampire gazes. Those felt like emptiness, like a void where there are no feelings. "Why is your gaze so cold?" David asked suddenly. Then realized that his question might be misinterpreted. "I mean, Shade's gazes always feel like icy cold fingers slicing up and down my spine. Not really a nice feeling you know? Kinda wonder what that says about you huh?"<br/><br/>...and David was back to his old self again.