Okay, this is MwambaNathaniel
Power
I've known a lot of masters in my time, Mandrake.
Not as many as Bartimaeus, perhaps, but much, much more than I can stomach.
From ancient Phonecia to the Warrior tribes of the Bedouin to London's little Empire, you are so very, very cruel. And petty.
But you? Not so much as a stippling.
That would be a sign of weakness. But you are not weak, far from it.
We djinn respect power.
Aye, some of us crave it.
The ability to make a being grovel before, to hold its destiny, to make it feel pain at your pleasure…
We all have had dreams about.
Some may choose to be flighty, sarcastic or world weary. But at the core we're all the same. We all have the same dreams. We are all one.
We respect power.
We crave it.
"……"
You are very powerful, Mandrake.
Yet the restraint?
What stops you from forcing Asbol's mouth shut with a stimulating compass?
What stops you from roasting Bartimaeus's essence on the Shriveling flame?
You are very powerful, Mandrake.
We crave power.
I crave you.
