[ Reynir makes a small, wordless mhm at that response from Onni, as if he was precisely proving Reynir's point. Which he is. Onni sees himself as no different from anyone else, but Reynir thinks his own perspective is a little more objective. He'd met other mages, at the Academy. Professors, skilled men and women, and though Icelandic magic was inherently different to Finnish, it had been all too clear that none of them were anywhere near Onni's level. ]

Yeah, you're just you... the most powerful mage I've ever met.

[ But he doesn't push it any further than that; it's not worth it to argue with Onni about that, when there are much larger fish to fry.

He hears the shake in Onni's voice, as he admits that he misses them. His family, his community. It's a loss that Reynir can't even imagine... even if he did try to imagine if he heard all his village had been wiped out, it's not the same and he knows it. Onni had been at such a fragile age, and he'd had so many years for those scars to heal badly.

With infinite care, he runs a thumb across the back of Onni's hand and says: ]

Alright. Then it isn't okay. It's... it can be not-okay.

[ Very gently, neither encouraging nor discouraging: ]

Do you want to see another?

[ He's done trying to convince Onni; he'd made his argument and now it's on Onni to choose whether he's ready to see more memories, whether his desire to connect with his past outweighs the potential fallout. ]