[he's really not sure what to do here, not about the tears, the murder, the lack of magic. Unicorns. Are. Supposed. To. Be. Magic. not just fancy horses. he scoffs at the unicorn, and in that moment his hatred for Keermit grows tenfold. how dare he strip such a creature of its dignity, on top of everything else... AND make Sarah cry. he intends to make that rotten green walking sludge pay, but without his powers, he can't think of how. so instead, a magic of a different sort happens]
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Sarah... I'm sorry.