Cysero being a staunch pacifist makes me a little insane. You mean the guy who once had his skills in combat twisted and used against his own people, the guy who watched students barely out of childhood, people he trained and watched over and was in charge of, fight and die alongside him in a war against insurmountable odds, got spat out by the reset of the universe with incredibly powerful magic. And decided his magic would be used to help people protect themselves and others, or to generate laughter and lightheartedness, but never again for violence directly. And I'm supposed to just go about my day knowing that and not chew through the bars of my cage.

















