Healing spells were the easiest to cast; even an eight-year-old could manage one after getting hurt while playing swords and shields. But Karma's healing felt different. It was unsettling, like that giant floating monster in the shadowy place. My bruises were healing, yes, but I almost preferred going home in my battered state. At least then, I'd feel normal.
I sighed, staring at the ceiling. Sometimes, since I got these weird powers, I thought about letting loose – just like with that messed-up Humanity Loss skill. Liora accused me of murder? Kill her and be done with it. Students branded me a pervert and spread weird gossip out of their asses? Kill them and be done with it. James came after me for no reason? Kill him and be done with it. If I were an unhinged murderer like James – oh how easy my life would've been…
"I can't believe Liora would do something like that," Karma said, still casting her healing spell. "Does it hurt?"