Syn sits down next to Scootr.
"Do you think I got as powerful as I am now by winning all the time?" She shook her head, "I got trounced, blasted, countered, and ground into the dust. I made pacts with powers, studied long into the night, and practiced against people who are better than me."
She grinned again.
"You are powerful. You amassed a large army of constructs, each with individual strategy. Problem was you dived headfirst into battle instead of thought strategically."
She put a hand on his shoulder.
"That's why this plane exists right? To show off and practice magic? You have time, you do not need to die yet. I believe in you."