"They don't." The answer was obvious and trivial to Duster. His tools were no more magic than ghosts or walking gravestones or slugs that shot acid at intruders. Magic was the powers that Lucas and Kumatora wielded. The ability to heal or create lighting with their minds was incredible and almost unbelievable.

His mouth tightened at the mention of Cid. He had considered asking him, but after their first encounter, he wasn't sure about returning for another regain.

"I don't need them as much. I still have my Job to take care of it."