’ no, no more dogs, it seems. for now. i’ve been decent— at least, halfway.’
it’s good to see another conduit more than bullet-free. perhaps it’s cruel, but he never expects others he meets to last— call it a hunch, or simply negativity. realism, he says. tongue passes over pink lips before he clears his throat.
‘you never told me what your power was.’
" it’s blood. “
she spoke quietly, her heɑd hɑnging ɑs she spoke. cɑrmen wɑs no different to ɑny other conduit, yet she wɑs ɑshɑmed of her power. she’d blɑme it on the wɑy her fɑmily reɑcted to her power, but there wɑs a lot more to it.
