[ Six's smile is sarcastic and, if he's honest with himself, a little tired. ]

I wish...pfft, wishing is a waste, but you are right. I can't think of a single time where it's led to anything but harm, or sorrow.

[ He doesn't close his eyes, though he wants to; there'd be too many faces, too many names. He doesn't look down at his own hands, either, because that is a question he is all too happy to ignore.

So what Six does is take up his shake and take a nice big swig, shuddering from the excessive sweetness and grateful for it at the same time. ]

Though I started doing what I do for the gil--err, the money. I want to live well, not be the most powerful.

[ The unasked question: why is a wizard that doens't like magic still a wizard? ]