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[deathoftheauthor]

What do you mean, ascended?

[ipswichson]

We get a taste of our powers at thirteen. When you turn eighteen though, you get them all.

It's like going from zero to a thousand miles per hour in the course of a lightning strike.

[deathoftheauthor]

I see. It sounds to me like it would be quite difficult to prepare for something so totally overwhelming.

[ipswichson]

You can't. We try. You think you can handle it, not give in, but it's hard. It's so hard.

And then you start aging.

One of ours had been lost and when we found him again it was because he'd come to kill us for more power because he had no control and had been driven mad by it.

It's part of why I like it here.

[deathoftheauthor]

What do you mean, exactly? Because this place is a something of a respite from all of that?

[ipswichson]

it's not killing me here. It's different somehow.

If I use too much it tires me out and has even knocked me out but it's not using me up to power it.

[deathoftheauthor]

Perhaps because we cannot truly die here.

[ipswichson]

I guess so. I just know that this place has offered me a lot, despite having the mark.

[deathoftheauthor]

I'm glad you feel that way. I find it remarkable how kind some people can be under even the very worst circumstances.

[ipswichson]

Its amazing to me how much everyone here is helping one another and that they don't turn on each other.