After our silent conversation ends, I look away from Jason and close my eyes, rubbing circles in Faith's back again to comfort her. Exhaustion sweeps over me and I remember how much adrenaline I'd used through my power. Ugh. S'gonna hurt like hell in the morning...
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
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return. — Genesis 3:19