"So...do any awesome powers come out of this?" Nic asks, eyeing me but directing the question to Rayah.
We were both supposed to have control over light, a gift bestowed upon us by the elders of Avalia before we left. Alyx had it too... But I'd yet to show promise in developing the power. Something had always blocked it.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I shrug. "You'll find them. Probrably just haven't had the chance to let them out since you're a pacifist. I found mine when I was eight. I was never a pacifist..." I mutter, eyeing the officer again. He looks away and so do I, back at Jace.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I glance at her, "If the come in a fight, I guess I'll never find them. I'm not participating in something like that."
"Forgive him," Nic sighs, "He's the most stubborn kid I know. Strongest too."
I look at him, expressionless.
"Stop it. You're being final and stuff. I feel like you're talking about me as if I'm dead," I whisper, "I'm not dead. She...She said I'll get to visit."
He elbows me, flashing a smile.
"Yeah, I know," he replies, "But those things were true. Don't argue with me about it."
I shake my head and look back at Rayah.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside