Ollivander was mildly, no, not mildly,
intensely panicked. He'd taken a walk round the lake after work to clear his head before sending out the days collected energy. It had been a rough day on his conscience. There had been a comatose patient kept alive on life support by their loving family, and he had stayed quite a long time taking their vitals, and cleaning their bedsores personally, taking as much time to absorb the sleeping residual energy they still carried as he could until the patient practically flatlined. The family had been called, and had decided after coding like that it was time to let them go.
He had done that. He was responsible directly for a patients death. While he knew, logically, he'd probably been responsible for several other deaths in the ER, they hadn't been quite so deliberate. It had been a bit of a steal here and there as he made rounds, or did triage treatment for particularly bad accidents that came in. And people tended to recover better from such trauma when they had every ounce of energy they could muster to stave off infection and the like. He'd always treated the oncoming medical issues the drained energy had caused, and almost all the time he had a positive outcome. But occasionally he'd get a message that a patient had died of their infections and injuries off his shift to keep him up to date. But not this time.
This time, he'd been personally responsible, and it had prompted the walk. How could he be so careless with such a massive, and important, amount of energy! It was literally a patients dying breath he needed to deliver to the Negaverse, but the damned crystal he used to gather energy had fallen out of his pocket!
He'd powered up to find the energy signature quicker, and his gut dropped as he felt a distinctly white moon energy signature grouped closely with the signature from his crystal. He had to get it back. He couldn't continue to harvest energy on the job if he didn't, and he couldn't replace the damned thing. It was a relic, outmoded technology from long ago in the earlier, perhaps simpler, days of the Negaverse. He needed it back. He couldn't stomach what he'd done today, and he'd have to do that nearly every time to gather large amounts of energy from civillians completely powered up and without the crystals technology to act as a buffer.
He ran towards the signatures, slowing as he approached only to appear more collected than he was, schooling his features into a calm almost charming demeanor.
"I see you've found something that doesn't belong to you, little light. Careful, don't want to get corrupted, do you?" he bluffed, hoping if he scared her away from touching the damned thing he could just snag it and run.
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