Yes! He can make seven ones and no twos.

Okay, cool. Possibly a two is actually worth six ones and he slightly overshot but it would make more sense for sevens to be a theme. He's not sure if he can test yet if a three is equivalent to seven twos - he'd feel too bad about "giving up" the three.

Speaking of which, he still hasn't come up with anything he wants to wish on a three for. He decides to let it stay in his stash and revisit the idea later.

He really should probably tell Sylas. He'd be great at this - maybe not at hurting himself for magic, but at thinking of things to do with the magic. He just has to think of a way to tell him that convinces him to not spread it further - getting grilled for magic is not his idea of a good time.

Actually.

What if that was why Green Wood Rocks Guy left him the six in the first place? Maybe they made it and decided that they couldn't take the pain, so they'd pawned the powers off on some poor sucker they could make make sixes?

Maybe he should figure out some sort of defensive magic. Can a three protect him from hostile magic?

It stays in his hand, so probably not.

Okay, no, he's getting too far into his own head. Time to change the mental subject.

How about making some more magic?

Yeah, that helps. He can make a handful of twos and a few handfuls of ones. At one point he realizes it'd be extremely convenient if he could consolidate the rocks, turning seven ones into a two, but even the three can't seem to be able to do that. But that's all right - a roomful of ones isn't exactly the worst problem to have.

He should probably use them more liberally, though. Another thing to ask Sylas about.

The next week passes much as the first one did - Seiji makes about five ones per day just incidentally, and it's fun - possibly to a slightly concerning extent, but he decides that as long as he's not getting notably injured there's no real harm - to make magic before bed.

A few days after the two-week mark, one of Seiji's coworkers burns her hand at work.

"Oh shit, let's get that under some cold water-"

If he steers her to the sink, he can probably wish on a two without her noticing that the burn is less severe than it should be. He can't get away with healing it all the way, obviously, but he can at least help.

When he gets close enough to touch her, the burn shows up to his pain sense.

Well, can he use the pain?

Yep! It's a little more effortful than using his own, and he has to feel the pain (weirdly disconnected from his body) before he can, but he can get a three and a pair of twos out of the burn.

He turns his face away so that his grimace won't show, but unlike with his pain, her pain vanishes once he's used it. Probably not for her, though, so he makes sure to follow through with his original plan of getting her hand under a stream of cold water so that it isn't too suspicious when he spends his two to mostly-heal it.

She's too busy being relieved to be suspicious! She thanks him and scurries off to the bathroom to put on a band-aid.

Yeah, no problem, he's just glad that she's okay, yeah he thinks there's burn cream in the first-aid kit. No he doesn't remember where the first-aid kit is, sorry.

Well, he probably has to tell Sylas now.