[It takes more concentration than he's used to, but Quentin manages (barely) to keep up the spell and keep talking to Matt at the same time, fingers almost cramping from holding the same position for so long and the magic feel slow, like a tickle and not a stream as he urges it in to the broken pieces of the door.]
Uh, no? I-- I had no idea, growing? I mean, I hoped? I learned. Other kinds of magic. But-- [And now the edges, fine-grained and delicate like this and Quentin twists his fingers a little, making the edges line up smoothly.]
I didn't know about. About this kind of magic. Until-- until I about 24?
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Uh, no? I-- I had no idea, growing? I mean, I hoped? I learned. Other kinds of magic. But--
[And now the edges, fine-grained and delicate like this and Quentin twists his fingers a little, making the edges line up smoothly.]
I didn't know about. About this kind of magic. Until-- until I about 24?