"And what am I supposed to do? It's taken me practicing every waking moment I'm not running calculations just to get a handle on spellcraft again. It's like... like dropping a alternate fuel engine into an unleaded vehicle, without making any other adaptations. I can work magic safely, but I don't have nearly the same level of power anymore."
He gets up and starts pacing. "You yourself have, rightfully, pointed out that my scientific acumen is dilletantism at best, so it's not as if I can make the contributions that you can. I'm certainly no human shield anymore either. The level of magical power I have left against any post-human opponents... Andrea certainly has the capacity to simulate most of the effects, if not surpass their efficacy."
He turns to face his brother. "What exactly should I be doing? I've actually been finding some satisfaction in living a slightly less hedonistic lifestyle, but now I find little other options. I also hardly have the constitution for that anymore. The notion of passing my days doing nothing more than passing the time idly with Andrea, while pleasing, is hardly constructive."
He doesn't mention out loud that he likely lacks the constitution for certain activities regarding Andrea now as well.
He lets out a heavy sigh. "There's also been another factor on my mind... a point of some conflict."
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