Drae nodded and upped his soothing, his delved deep into his swallowed reserve and burned more brass, faster. He was holding more power than he had dared hold before, his pushed through his mind's boundaries as memories pressed to recede recede them. He was not powerful, he was not special, Drae always ended up losing. Drae always ended up alone. All he wanted in the world was for his past to leave him alone, but his memories played before him. So he pushed harder and burned more, more. BrEAk ConTrOL. He felt a pang of remorse for all the brass he was using up, but it dissipated like the morning fog when suddenly, his intent became clear; his wild soothing focused to a point and he seized control.
Drae blinked, startled as his push soared through the invisible barrier. His eyes lolled about unfocused, but he didn't stop pushing. The now undirected push burst out like a bomb across the room. He whipped his head around frantically looking for directions I don't know what to do. A single tear escaped its duct as the realization of how daft he had become through the years since he fled, alone, from Elendel flooded back into his mind.