[Spock would only ask more and more questions until he found some semblance of the truth. He stares at the word belief for a while, pondering. In his world there are only facts, lies, and things that are yet to be solidified as facts. There is little room for fantasy, even if there is a place for hope.]
Do you exist independently or as part of a system of belief?
[To him, there was a difference. Ginny's magic existed as part of a system which had rules, and was thus quantifiable. A loose cannon was... less so, and thus more difficult to grasp.]
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Do you exist independently or as part of a system of belief?
[To him, there was a difference. Ginny's magic existed as part of a system which had rules, and was thus quantifiable. A loose cannon was... less so, and thus more difficult to grasp.]