On the road again

Perfectionist looks at me staringly. “What do you mean you can’t control your power?” Lidaren calms him. ‘No, no, it makes perfect sense. The cigars don’t just make him calm; they half his power. I know it sounds crazy, but I got curious when I saw him take that bad hit in the sewer. So, when we were talking in the bathroom, I took a hit, and they are top shelf.” I nod in agreement with Lidaren. “Yeah, I started taking them after I injured myself, trying to get stronger. It turns out there’s a part of my brain that regulates my energy intake, and I broke it.

It’s no matter darkness sells the cigars, and he knows we’re coming.” Perfectionist aggravated, ask, “That’s another thing why you would want him to know and if so, why not just call him.” I look back at him as I’m walking ahead. “Because the last time I saw him, I ripped one of his eyes out in a rage. We’re not on the best of terms.”