Kavinsky was right about his luck, however - no other entity in the war, save perhaps the Ganymede knight, faced such grievous damage. There were scars, of course, and horror stories about starseed ripping, but who lost limbs. Who lost even a finger? Naturally, the Negaverse picked the vainest man this side of the Mississippi to mangle and leave for dead. Broke his spirit and made a warning of him. Now, was he doing more damage if he powered up? He could only function as a warning to those who saw him.
But parting from powered life altogether sounded nigh impossible - the Negaverse would keep tabs..
Isaiah steadied himself as quickly as he could, then flashed a halfhearted wave to his companion. He hated watching the gap between his fingers. As he left, few thought to look at him. The stares he thought he saw earlier vanished in the wake of their conversation. Now, when he looked about, he saw countless faces absorbed in themselves, their phone screens, or one another. Perhaps Salinger was right.
People never notice anything. The thought comforted him on the walk home.
Nuxaz
fin!
