View through the bars

108 To go on is to go through. At last, even the seer is cremated. Each seed loves the dark for the light it promises. His touch immediately makes me bristle, and I move deftly to the side with reflexes that are inhumanly quick. "Do not do that again." I mutter, suddenly feeling the need to shiver or shudder. I realize that it is a strange reaction, but I do want to suddenly shed my skin entirely from where he has made contact with me. I wonder if that is an upgrade I could one day achieve. He says his name and occupation. Such a strange thing to do, really, for I have not asked.