Devika gazed at John for a moment, her brown eyes full of doubt. "It's not an underestimation if I have no skill. I mean, sure, my empathy is one thing, but I'm useless in a fight." She dropped her head again, pushing back her thick curls. "...did I tell you I graduated top of my class?" A weak smile made her lips wobble. "I mean, if this school had grades, I'd probably be failing."
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Kijani sat on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Anthony's words were rolling through her head. She wanted to relax and prep for the mission tomorrow, but she couldn't. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and sat up, looking toward her stuffed bookcase.
A book dropped off of it at her glance.
Kijani blinked, then rose up. She extended the tiniest thread of her will, and the book flopped over like a live fish. Her eyes went wide, and she made a sweeping gesture with her hand. The books responded, spilling from the bookcase in a cacophonous wave. "...." Her jaw dropped, and she rushed to get her cell phone. She redialed Anthony's number, and as soon as she heard it stop ringing, she spoke with barely contained emotion. Which emotion, though, was unknown.
"What. Did. You. DO?"
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Kijani sat on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Anthony's words were rolling through her head. She wanted to relax and prep for the mission tomorrow, but she couldn't. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and sat up, looking toward her stuffed bookcase.
A book dropped off of it at her glance.
Kijani blinked, then rose up. She extended the tiniest thread of her will, and the book flopped over like a live fish. Her eyes went wide, and she made a sweeping gesture with her hand. The books responded, spilling from the bookcase in a cacophonous wave. "...." Her jaw dropped, and she rushed to get her cell phone. She redialed Anthony's number, and as soon as she heard it stop ringing, she spoke with barely contained emotion. Which emotion, though, was unknown.
"What. Did. You. DO?"