“Thought I might find you here.”
Till breathes out a cloud of smoke before dropping his cigarette to the ground in front of the Cotes district stage, the one closest to Ismael’s house, and grinding it out with the heel of his boot. He knows he looks like hell, tired and haggard, but at least the powers that got him out of that horrible lab healed up his pre-existing injuries for him.
“…I wanna try it again.”
Helplessly, he holds up his hands in surrender before Ismael can say anything.
“I know, I know… It’s not a good idea. I’m probably not ready. I should rest. I know all that… It’s just… For once, I feel like… I’ve been given the opportunity to really help. T’ effect change at a higher level. I… all my life I’ve been wantin’ the power t’ protect myself an’ the people I love. Now that I have it… I don’t wanna let it go to waste…” Even if it hurts him.
Till looks up from the ground to meet Ismael’s eyes.
“Please.” He asks. Begs her. “Help me.”
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