[He returns to his own tea a moment, ruminating on what he'd just seen. He doesn't pick up his own pen yet, not until he'd finished sorting the information to the last scrap of it and his expression remains distant, inward.]

Indeed.

That which ye hath observed tis a borrowed power, harnessed through alchemical means, summoned and shaped by will and paid in mine own body.

The art which hath been studied and practiced in mine own family focuses on the soul.