"Art..." The way Crystal draws out the word could make you wonder it that was really his thing. "I'd have to think about that one, but I'll take you up on your offer and visit one of the libraries with you." Libraries made everything you could achieve with a quick google search seem so much more impressing and sofisticated. He grew quite fond of them over the last year or so.
When the mystagogues followed up on his confession, Crystal pursed his lips a bit. He would have preferred not to go into it too deeply. The Right Scholarship was about magical matters, but someone thought it was best for the Mastigos to break his more destructive habits - and what better way to break it than with a good old ego-curbing to boot? He exhaled and made firm eye contact with Campanella. "I.. got sloppy, careless once I had a firmer grasp on what I can do: some Sleepers got hurt, there was a bit of a mess to clean up. My mentor insists that my banishment was partly politically motivated, but the truth remains - I fucked up."
His gaze remained on the Moros - this was the part he really had to get across, even if he meant every word of it. "But I'm over that. I saw what was in stock for Mages not taking this seriously, so I hope I still get the chance to prove my trustworthiness." There. Now they had the story and could decide what to do with it. Life was a bummer sometimes.