Lesser Magical Power - Roran

Roran breathing became more erratic as he broke his concentration and broke off a bit. He needed to calm himself, or something, just getaway. He could feel his temptations as a wielder of [The Laughing Devil] passive rising to gain more power, but why was he like this? Was it because he was getting more energy flown through him by the various emotions?

Honestly, he was scared to see what would happen, mostly scared of himself. He knew the capabilities he could possibly wrought; it all went back to two individuals, his mom and dad. Their presence still ruled over his mind as he attempted to regain his composure as he thought of the last time, he saw them. (1)

Roran remembered an influx of emotions overtaking him at once at one point. He had to grip his chest a bit to slowly calm himself down as he splashed water on his face a bit as he shook his head a bit. He needed a way to overcome this if he wanted to progress through his, and it was not like he could challenge and fight his parents who abandoned him. (2)

Roran also knew that humans were naturally like this at some point in time. But who did he have to crush to get there? Why? His greatest fear was if he truly would end up losing himself if he did this or not. He knew he’d eventually have to take more lives to reach such a goal, but... was he truly okay with stepping on others to further his goals? Honestly, he didn't know, as he was just attempting to further his magical power using his emotions to fuel the icy grip of his flames. (3)

Roran honestly, he did not know. At some point in time, he was content with his current progress before he felt like it was simply not enough anymore. But would he lose the friends he made? Make more enemies? How would the people he knew currently view him upon taking the Path of Power that all humans would eventually take? While power wasn't all that necessary, it was a requirement, there was just various ways to obtain such power. (4)

These questions continued to plague his mind before he sighed to himself. The flame nature that was in his body warmed him a bit despite the cold as he removed his fur clothing. If he were going to walk such a path, he would just take the plunge, he did not want to lose what made him after all. When he returned, he was a bit calmer, he still did not have the answers to his question, but he did not want to idle forever until he came up with a solution, he just wanted to be like the flames and set those thoughts ablaze with the path he chose. (5)