He huffed softly, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I have, but they've been nothing like you."

What did he mean by that? He wasn't entirely sure...but he did know it was true. "I don't think you should assume she was exaggerating. There are so many kinds of magic out there and none of it has smelled even remotely like what you just did. Hell, you know at least two other magic users. At least, B used to be okay working with them on things he didn't understand. I wouldn't call Constantine or Zatanna 'mages', though. Constantine just seems to reach into his own guts and make things happen, while Zatanna is more fae meets stage magician. Neither of them are wrong in how they use it, but they're very different. The guy I saw burn worked for Ra's and he was something completely different then either of them. He worked almost exclusively with blood magic and had a familiar he'd physically chained to himself."

He very clearly hadn't shed a tear for the man, his lip curled up like he'd smelled something foul. He shook his head, as if banishing the image of the memory or wafting away a bad smell.

"Either way, hundreds of magic users or not, I'm pretty confident that no matter what, you're something special."