He paused, allowing weight to settle behind his words.
"That refusal, that hesitation, that's what becomes unbearable over time. Not the power itself. The failure to use it."
Maelor's hands tightened on the table's edge, his fingers gripping the wood with visible strain. His knuckles went white from the pressure, revealing the physical manifestation of internal conflict playing out across the span of this conversation.
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