[ When he reaches the Pond, he crouches near the edge, and tosses a stone into the pool. In a tense and upset voice, he says: ]

Zephyr, I wish for the ability to be able to block out any sort of control over me. I don't want to be able to be mind controlled, have anybody change my emotions, or do anything to make me do something I don't want to do with magic or suggestion or -- just give me the power to choose what is done to me.

[ And then he exhales shakily, still crouched, bowing his head and running his hands through his hair. ]

Please.