Shard calculation 6

“I think I’m used to it,” Kurt said.  He walked over to the edge of the rooftop, the corrugated metal banging with every footstep.  There wasn’t a lip at the end, so it was a fairly steep drop.

He was used to it.  He could watch the blood fall from the lip of a mouth stretched in a grin, and with his eyes wide, taking in the movement of clouds high above, the shift of clothes in the wind, mapping buildings and dust, he could calculate the trajectory.  He could map out fluid mechanics, and see where the smaller droplets would fall.  All before the blood was halfway to the ground.

“Even if you get powers, there’s always someone better, huh?” Jacob asked.  There was an anger in his eyes as he looked at Kurt, and that anger could be measured out in changes in skin tone that suggested shifting blood volume, in creases measured in nanometers, around eyes and eyebrows.

[...]

The boys didn’t move as King emerged from the window, the corrugated metal groaning at the man’s weight.  He was tall, and he worked out relentlessly.

“Look out there and what do you see?”

“The sun is set,” Kurt volunteered.

“Past that.”

Kurt’s power started calculating the distance to the stars that were still visible, with the sun’s light still refracting across the atmosphere at one end of the sky.

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