Oh, Azwel is definitely a few lines short of a sonnet, but he's also quite, quite lucid. He says what he means, and all that.

"These things so often do get worse," Azwel muses with the air of a man who's been there. Maybe he'll tell the story.

At the question he nods. "I do, indeed, though everyone's idea of magick is different and, in my world, there are those who have managed to make it co-exist with science." For... a given value of 'science,' anyway.