Self crisis or not, Paul was not always selfless. It was something he was acutely aware of, too, and best he not share this little detail about himself often. He was Paul Myers, the nicest, sweetest, oldest man in the world.

Not really. He could be judgmental, selfish, self-focused....with best intentions most of the time. He listened to her thoughts on dark magic, and he wondered if it was prudent to continue the conversation. Dora was an IMPs champion, though, and she was a clever girl. Clever, and good at magic, and mature. He supposed he shouldn't stifle an interesting conversation.

"Some people believe as you do." He said simply. "While I will give anyone the benefit of the doubt, I sometimes wonder if dabbling in dark magic is necessary. Curiosity aside, I just....wonder." And no, Myers had not a clue about her family. Maybe he did now, but....assumptions were rude, weren't they? "I agree that we all...have both lightness, and darkness, in us. "

He paused for a second, then, "And for the record, I think everything you're worried about.....I think you'll be okay. You work hard, Dora. You'll achieve everything you want to achieve, especially with that attitude. And you have IMPs to add to your resume, so to speak. Any school would be lucky to have you." And pffft.