Sorry I kept getting sidetracked!
You consider his offer. Your brothers would be on any boy that asked to hang out in a room with you while you sleep like a Homing Curse, but judging by his expression, it seemed that he either didn't care or didn't notice what he was really saying.
"Why can't you talk about the Curse?"
It was at this point that you realized that in Akasic, there are no singular or plural forms, so you may have been speaking of Curses, multiple. That, or there's a single Curse that all of you have to deal with its many limbs.
The boy chuckled dryly. "Tradition, mostly. But also just thinking about it risks reactivating it. Talking about it? Worse."
[Mediocre Negation Roll: 6, 3, 2, 5 = 1 + 0 - 1 + 1 = 2]
[Fair]
You recognize that he's talking about typical Hex Safety. Magic begets magic, but those that seek to cause harm to others follow this tendency even more so. This would be the first time you've heard of hexes so aggressive they would attack anyone who talked about them, though. Or maybe your tutor just never got around to talking about them.
Anyways, that makes finding out what's going on ten times more irritating, it seems.
"So, what does that make you, then? You're thinking about this a lot, it looks like."
"Let's say I've a knack for protecting myself," he said, then rapped his knuckle on the wooden table.
"Makes it a bit harder to see them, though, that's why I'd need most of the night to take a look at the one that's latched on to you. Like I said, I'd be doing most of the work, your part would be to just... be there. As the Curse's vict- focus."
[ ] Say yes. "Well, you better not be lying about knowing what you're doing."
[ ] Say no. "I'm not sure if your knack for safety extends to me."
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