He frowns. "Okay so this will have to be done in a single lifetime."

"Ideally. Keeping in mind that that's mostly impossible, you do also have the option of awakening other practitioners. You could start a line if you find anyone both that reckless and that trustworthy. Or get lucky enough that you don't need to check as much for trustworthy."

"I'm not sure I want to start a line selected for recklessness. However hypocritical of me that may be."

"No, that makes all kinds of sense. You'll notice I didn't go looking for unawakened people either."

He sighs. "Do the spirits care if you sanity check the phrasing and content of whatever seal I come up with?"

"They shouldn't. As long as you can honestly say it was your work you'll get the narrative advantage there."

"Alright," he sighs. "This is tricky, is the system designed to make practitioners and Others antagonise each other?"

"Might be. More likely it got started back when "other" really did mean "hostile," and started reinforcing that. Not that it makes much difference at this point."

Sigh. "Alright, then. Guess as far as plan of attack goes, I'm gonna write up a seal and get your opinion on it, and then I'm gonna start doing small stuff and see what else having my body as an implement got me... and work on getting a huge demesne like yours."

"Good luck on all three counts."

"Thanks! Also, do you wanna go out on a date with me?"

"Uh?"

"Could try to coordinate for it to be a girl day, I don't have a lot of control over it but some."

"I, uh, maybe? I don't know, hadn't expected that!"

"You can say no, I won't make it awkward."

"Oh, you wouldn't have to, that'd be entirely redundant.

No?"

"Alright."

And... that seems to be that.

Johannes urgently remembers an elsewhere to be and makes his excuses.

Well. Alright, then. Sadde returns home and gets to writing his seal.

After a few days, a Duchamp finds Sadde at school. (Which one, who knows. She's a few years younger than Sadde, is visibly a practitioner, and fits the description.)

"Are you Sadde? This is from my aunt Nicole." It's a box.

She blinks. "Yeah that's me," she says, accepting the box.

Blinking clears her vision, briefly. Nonmagical people and things fade into the background slightly less.

"Glasses seem like a weird thing to send someone. If I ask what it's about, can you tell me?"

Really, just from holding the box? That's interesting.

"I can, but it's kinda embarrassing" from a certain point of view "and I'd rather not."

Well, it's not a locked box.

"Okay... well, hope it helps with whatever you needed it for.

Are you going to end up on posters? 'Sadde never wore her safety goggles, now she always needs to'?"

She sporfles. "I don't think so," she says, giggling.