W Scion

> > I opened a doorway, and I found one individual I’d left behind.

> > The boy with the changing faces.

> > The number man had said he’d taken a dose that had been focused on helping the entities be human.

> > I couldn’t change his face intentionally.

> > As it turned out, I didn’t have to.

> > I could feel Scion’s reaction, through my senses and the individuals I controlled.

> > Hope.  For just a second.  Not even the faint hope he’d experienced with the fake my teammates had put together.

> > Because somehow, this boy registered as being like this entity’s companion had been.  Registering as the same state, as the power that made it so similar.

> > In the moment that hope died, the girl with the injured hand used her power on the iron rods.  Infused them with the energy he was afraid of.

> > Those rods became projectiles, in another’s hands.

> > His hope was gone, he was bewildered, scared.

> > He didn’t try to dodge.  He couldn’t or wouldn’t.

> Speck 30.6