“So, I haven’t lost my powers?” “No, but they are severely suppressed. So much so that even when you are angry, your hands don’t even flicker.” I glanced at my hands, opening and closing them, missing the familiar rush of power and warmth. I felt hollow and empty, but maybe this was better. “Maybe you’re wrong,” I said, wiping sweat from my face. “I’m not.” I glared at him. “You don’t know everything.” “Why bury your powers so deeply?” I glanced toward him as if one of the reasons wasn’t staring me in my face. “I didn’t mean to.” “It’s okay.” He took a step closer, the rocks beneath his feet
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