Anders chuckles at this. "No, no, you're fine! It's actually sort of similar for me."
He lifts a hand and looks down at it, watching as a spark of lightning jumps between his fingers the way one might roll a coin across one's knuckles. Somehow performing a bit of magic makes describing it easier in the moment; the words come to mind more easily. "My magic comes from the Fade, or I think I've heard it described here as the Beyond. It's another reality that coexists with ours. The world of spirits and dreams. A metaphysical space tied inextricably to this one from which magic originates. There's a very thin veil between this world and the Fade, but it takes some... abstract thinking and the right sort of connection to do it. But then all you have to do is---" He flips his hand over and grabs the lightning in a fist.
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He lifts a hand and looks down at it, watching as a spark of lightning jumps between his fingers the way one might roll a coin across one's knuckles. Somehow performing a bit of magic makes describing it easier in the moment; the words come to mind more easily. "My magic comes from the Fade, or I think I've heard it described here as the Beyond. It's another reality that coexists with ours. The world of spirits and dreams. A metaphysical space tied inextricably to this one from which magic originates. There's a very thin veil between this world and the Fade, but it takes some... abstract thinking and the right sort of connection to do it. But then all you have to do is---" He flips his hand over and grabs the lightning in a fist.