
Smokey's expression fell. It was becoming difficult to hide their increasing agitation. And when they spoke, their voice deepened and become more serious, reflecting what they actually sounded like.
"Altizica, do you know what I am? Do you listen to me? Just because I didn't explicitly state that I value knowledge and reason doesn't mean I never said that. I just said it goes against my nature to agree with madness being an escape. It's not about what you've seen. It's about what I've said. And I've been trying to get you to stop comparing me to humans, only for you to immediately compare me to a human magician. I'm not a human magician. I am the magic a magician would wield."
That rant only angered Smokey more. They needed time to cool down. Time to actually practice than talk about things that wouldn't help at all.
So they gathered up their belongings and stood up.
"I think I need to go. I appreciate the help, but I don't want to lose more control of myself."