There is something to it, the revulsion of such a permanent allocation. The terrible power and influence a maker wields. That he would wield. That his own had wielded. The revulsion his own had had of him, that he does not feel towards Daniel, but perhaps will. Perhaps in time, as time stretches on and on.

But it's not always so. He has seen a dozen of these manifestations within his coven, without it, pairs of maker and fledgling, but those ones were not him. Were not Daniel.

Sharper, this next prod.

"I can tell," he says, a gentler batting back of the comment. "How well have you practiced the mind gift?"