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
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart