[Seeing his extend makes Gretel all the more conscious of her own, tucked tight against her back. At least they have the sense to want to meld back into her flesh.]
It can't be black magic. [That much, she knows.] Sure as hell isn't like any white magic I've seen.
[But, then. How long ago had she learned about white magic? Not very. So there could be other types. Something in between? The thought makes her sick. This sort of thing isn't supposed to happen to her.]
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It can't be black magic. [That much, she knows.] Sure as hell isn't like any white magic I've seen.
[But, then. How long ago had she learned about white magic? Not very. So there could be other types. Something in between? The thought makes her sick. This sort of thing isn't supposed to happen to her.]