"Your magic," he began, and his hand tightened around hers. Did she mind? He wasn't pulling away, his feet uncertain beneath his body. "I can see why someone would say what they did, but it's not the right word," he explained. He struggled to find the right phrase, finally centering on one, and his lip quirked.

"It's more like duality," he offered. His older self had seen this as well, but in his eternal attempts to manipulate those around him...deceiving certainly sounded more demeaning to Terra's mental well-being. "But even without what's on the other planes," yes, plural. "You glow. Really, really brightly."