Young Writers Society

"I have a variety of powers, mind reading is one of many."

“...Huh. Got it.” Sol made a mental note to keep his mind clear.

"Don't worry, I won't read your mind all the time. Only if necessary."

Sol nodded. “Got it...”

Lilith frowned

"Only when necessary? Why would it be necessary to read our minds?"

Sol shrugged. “Probably if he thought one of us was a traitor or something.”

"Just in general, I don't read minds unless I believe it's necessary. In case they seem aggressive or I believe they have not-so-good intent."

"Okay, that's...reassuring."

“Yeah... yeah, that’s good to know.” Sol did have a bit of power himself.

"You don't trust me do you...?"

“I mean... kind of..? I still don’t know you too well yet. It’s natural to be cautious.”

“Yeah, I don’t know anything about you except you can read minds, you’re really friendly, and you can do, um, sideways gravity?”

"I can do anything." RedBear transformed into Sol, looking like him, sounding like him, and wearing his clothes. "Ya know, these demon horns seem like an evolutionary dead end. They don't do anything nor do I see them ever used." Then he turned back to normal.

Sol’s eyes widened. “Just like Deceit..!” Deceit was a fellow side from back home. He paused at RedBear’s comment on his horns, and sighed. “...I wasn’t even like this until a couple hours ago, y’know.”

"So you turned into a demon when you arrived here. Or maybe being turned into a demon caused you to be transported here. Or perhaps banished?"