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Kijani cast a puzzled look at John, but she gave him a nod as he left. Turning her attention to Anthony, she shook her head a bit. "Friends? What friends? I have Connor, but he isn't just a friend. Everyone else is... well, they're just..." She didn't have the right word. "If I had succeeded, who would have noticed? And what of me would be missed? I was just another student with a mediocre power." No one knew who she really was. Sometimes, she barely knew.

There were things in her that she'd dismissed as useless years ago. Her love of dancing, not as a form of combat, but for the sheer joy of it. The way she could devour campy sci-fi and fantasy novels, and reread them in her own mind when she was bored. The times when she dreamed of the future, when she dreamed of maybe, just maybe, having her own family, but then the cold, bitter pain when she reminded herself that the choice had been taken, ripped free from her years ago...

"What the hell is remarkable about someone like me? I can't fight anymore. I can't fake it anymore. I'm [i]nothing[/i], Anthony." She curled into herself, trying to stop the tears.