"But what is arcana if not simply," he twirls both hands airly as if trying to stir up the correct word, "another form of energy? The raw light of stars, the properties of ritual components, the vastness of the sea, source of all greatness and all things that be. It is all tangible, it is all arcane. It is all tied to those who reside above us and to whom we can only pray. Though perhaps I am...deeper fixated on the intangible aspects of things. Which is where faith is required, as is all things we cannot see but hope to find. To imagine society where science and religion are completely divorced? Ah! What a curiosity in turn!"

Moving onto the subject of the Healing Church, Micolash's expression sours and he scoffs. Crosses his arms, as well as casually doing the same with one leg to rest the toe of his (untied, of course) shoe on the other side of the other foot. "Blind. Critically, unfailingly...blind." With Micolash's fixation on eyes and sight, this could very well be a grave insult by his standards. "First Vicar Laurence, may he burn, appointed me as the headmaster of Mensis and highest authority of Yahar'gul, the Unseen Village. But he was a man who was so sure he had all the answers. That my college and my works would bolster their power instead. Blood-drunk fool that he was, always so convinced in his way. His Church and his Choir wallowing in the Old Blood, in the belief it was the surest path to mankind's deliverance."

He barks a laugh and then snaps back into standing less casually, one finger pointed upwards and his feet moving to plant themselves both flat on the ground again. "He deviated and perverted everything Master Willem stood for! He let that...that...dullard cavort however he pleased back in our hallowed college. And what was Laurence's repayment to a great man? What, what indeed? To abandon him. To spit in his face and forget the one lesson Master Willem knew must remain close to heart! Villain. Cad."

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