Lore shook her head. “You’re always careful.” He rubbed at the knee he’d hit earlier. “Not lately. It feels like . . .” She waited for him to finish. “Like I’m in a body that doesn’t belong to me,” he said, finally. “I haven’t had to move . . . or feel . . . or . . .” Castor drew in another breath. “I just wasn’t sure what to do, or how to avoid killing him.”
