[ this is a conversation oz and uroko are having. it really is. he doesn't quite look puzzled, here, but there seems to be effort being put forth to grasp what he can't see.

oz can't take in those scales in the fancy clothes they've forced them into. he vaguely recalls what they look like, in a sea of everything else within him. they shone a bit like mana stones. ]

If he could grasp the possibilities of your magic, I would have been the target of similar thoughts. That shape is possible for me.

[ he wouldn't. but, like, he could. ]

... It may be his dislike runs so deeply that mere association is enough.

[ what a picky eater, if that's the case. ]