[ so it had been the blood. maybe he's from the same world as.. was it hawke? he's pretty sure it was hawke.

he pauses himself, turning properly to give dorian his full (mostly full, he's still listening for the sound of approach) attention, curling his hands together as he peers up at him. ]

I think the first thing I should mention is that I don't bind my spirits. They're free to go if they like. [ though it took him a while to understand that he needed to tell them that. he hates that tsurumaru had felt trapped for so long. ] But that-- what I used to help you-- It's part of me, part of my.. magic. It's complicated. [ he hesitates, fidgeting uncertainly. ] And.. I'm sorry, but if you're from a world like Hawke-san, I still don't quite understand how one's blood in magic is used where you're from. In my world, I can't use someone else's. It would taint me, and pervert its purpose.