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Simon liked Alchemie because it was fun. There wasn’t really too much to his decision, it was just really cool. He got to help people, be appreciated, and have a life of his own. And he got to make things explode. It was fun, it was challenging, and it was his.
There was no deeper meaning at all. Not that a Tincture could heal a wound in a second, or that he could make up for his mistakes by being good at something. Nope, it wasn’t that. Alchemie was like Magyk, but it was more thought out, more careful. Simon needed to be careful now, he knew he would fall again if he wasn’t.
It was just fun.