“You really aren’t worried about the power disparity, are you?” she asked. “Most cat twos get real nervous this close to a three.” “You wouldn’t be the first category three that I’ve killed.” “I’m a healer, you know. I can counteract a lot of the powers you use.” Jason took on the grin of a cat who had just spotted a mouse with a pronounced limp. “So did the first silver-ranker I killed,” he said. “He died screaming his lost faith to the sky. The archbishop wasn’t much of a martyr in the end.”
