"Uhh." Well, there's something he's never been asked before. People ask him what he personally does, but not... everyone across the board. Does she have an answer to such a broad question where her world is concerned?
"I mean... whatever they want?" He shrugs. "It's just a thing people use. You have to get documentation to use it, but that's not hard. That's just like a note on your ID. Mine just says 'handler' cause I don't use it for anything specific. There's like... academics, they're all theory and alchemy and shit. There's pop magicians, they're like entertainers, or they just use it to show off at parties. There's a ton of people who use it in their work, like... cops, doctors, architects... And then there's regular people who just kind of... know how to do it but don't get paid to. That's me. Undocumented users are either criminals or hedge witches."
"Successful criminals," says Persis pointedly.
"I am a thief, not a criminal," says Castor, sounding wholly affronted, which he knows is almost entirely for Sunshine's benefit. "If you're my inner spirit, you should know the damn difference between organized heists and stealing a damn watch or whatever."
"What part of you do you think I am?" says Persis. "The part that's like 'this is fine' or the part that's like 'if you weren't such a piece of shit you'd have a real job'?"
Castor stares at what little he can see of her for a moment before looking up at Sunshine's dimly illuminated face. "Sooo," he says. "Does that answer your question?"
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"I mean... whatever they want?" He shrugs. "It's just a thing people use. You have to get documentation to use it, but that's not hard. That's just like a note on your ID. Mine just says 'handler' cause I don't use it for anything specific. There's like... academics, they're all theory and alchemy and shit. There's pop magicians, they're like entertainers, or they just use it to show off at parties. There's a ton of people who use it in their work, like... cops, doctors, architects... And then there's regular people who just kind of... know how to do it but don't get paid to. That's me. Undocumented users are either criminals or hedge witches."
"Successful criminals," says Persis pointedly.
"I am a thief, not a criminal," says Castor, sounding wholly affronted, which he knows is almost entirely for Sunshine's benefit. "If you're my inner spirit, you should know the damn difference between organized heists and stealing a damn watch or whatever."
"What part of you do you think I am?" says Persis. "The part that's like 'this is fine' or the part that's like 'if you weren't such a piece of shit you'd have a real job'?"
Castor stares at what little he can see of her for a moment before looking up at Sunshine's dimly illuminated face. "Sooo," he says. "Does that answer your question?"