Oh, she knows. She can see that he's an Attuned, from the flutter of his heartbeat to the warmth of his skin. "You are a rare gem, Locke," she informs him, carefully sweeping down to run static fingers across the cookies he has brought for her. "It is exceptional for one to even entertain another's opinion, let alone to think of changing your own. For that, you are already more help than you know."
There is much that he can do - so much that he might not even be aware of it. "Well," the Voice hums, "I would not give you more than you would be comfortable carrying. What is your preference - do you wish to give others the same choice you have had, to consider what side of the war they are on? Or would you like something a little more... challenging?"
There is much that he can do - so much that he might not even be aware of it. "Well," the Voice hums, "I would not give you more than you would be comfortable carrying. What is your preference - do you wish to give others the same choice you have had, to consider what side of the war they are on? Or would you like something a little more... challenging?"
the VOICE
