[littl3chocobo]

he shuddered. the burning of books, even books with a history like those had tore at his soul. he watched though, as he kew he must as every last artical burned to a fine powder. magic burned hotter than any true flame he knew. when the last ashes cooled the man leaned towards the pile and blew, dusty soot filled the air and floated to the ground. he could feel the misery of the other come off in waves even as he stood stony-faced. luka put a hand to his shoulder an offer to let himself cry if he needed to while still maintaining distance if he needed that, for the boy had just watched the final death of a madness going well beyond anything he could ever grasp