[Ferran's own gaze darkens with understanding. Past and present, he knows the feeling well, which is part of why he reacts so violently to his fears.]

I get it. [In the past, with the loss of his parents, with his inability to find their killer. And...]

I was really... in over my head when I got here. Magic let me fight back home, without having to train or think, and then I lost almost all of it... I had to face monsters with barely a month of mostly studying one spell, not how to fight. It was awful, not being able to do anything to help.

[He's felt useless more recently, too. Despite all his training and the spells he's learned, he's failed in a number of ways, each effort getting nowhere or worse.]