There was a pause. I saw him raise his hand and create a slithering mass of darkness around it.
“Feels different,” he said, “And I can tell where it is, more. Slower to create, spreads faster.”
Interesting. That’s more of a respec than an upgrade.
“But the other powers? I counted at least four.”
“One new ability.”
One?
I nodded. Didn’t want to argue, so I waited.
From the other end of the couch, he raised one hand and pointed it towards my head. I stayed utterly still as a tendril of darkness snaked through the air, taking its time as it approached.
So is it being a tendril relevant or can he do it with any of his darkness?
I stood up, abruptly, and he jumped to his feet in alarm. I could see his hands clenched, lines standing out in his neck.
…why’d you do that, Taylor? Did you chicken out re: having the tendril hit your head?
An awkward, tense silence reigned, as we stood facing each other.
I waited until he’d relaxed before I spoke. “Had a bad time with someone else trying to get into my head, not so long ago. Um.
Ah, right.
Can we- can we just skip the demonstration? Or make it more blunt?”
It kind of seems like Taylor has developed some kind of phobia after last chapter. A phobia of things getting into her head, of things done to her body without her permission.
Considering what happened, that reaction on Taylor’s brain’s part is entirely fair.
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