"You're not the first who's mentioned having trouble with powers that aren't fire," he acknowledges as he opens up the box to look at its contents. He picks one up and turns it in his fingers, finding it's honestly nicer than most he's seen at home. Hm.

"I suppose death must strip us of some of the things we could do in life. I thought I could crush those rock spirits with a good hard kick, but all it did was hurt me." Immensely frustrating.