Soul.

Go away. I'm having an identity crisis.

I wish magick worked like on the telly, where you go off to a cave or a desert or a haunted house and spend a night or two undergoing hellacious trials, after which you emerge irrevocably altered but chock full of powers. Instead it's like building an actual size model of St. Paul's Cathederal out of legos. Stupid magick. I want my powers.