There were many advantages to Cody’s disability, to his lack of sight, just as there were many disadvantages. One advantage was that his hearing was greatly enhanced-even with his slight ability to see, Cody’s hearing was just as, if not more so, advanced as any deaf persons. This was, quite easily, due to his powers. As was his heightened sense of touch. Whatever it was, it was what saved his life. The whistle of earth coming towards him, the woosh of air on his skin… it all let him move, all let him know where something was  coming at him, and Cody engulfed his own body in light, hardening it to make an armor, he mimicked Thy, creating tendrils of light, like whips, to slash out about him. 
 
Even as he prevented himself from being skewered, Cody was moving towards his destination, and yet not once did he make a move against The boy, preferring instead to leave him. He didn’t want to have to kill him… but if he had to… if there really was no other way… he’d have to. 
 
And he knew he wouldn’t be the same person if he did have to do it. 
 
He continued, and he flinched at the scream. “Gerswhin… “ He whispered, hearing her voice in it, and he charged forward, covering distance easily, propelling himself forward using light, making great bounds. 
 
“Gerswhin!” 
 
He shouted, his voice echoing, projecting it in that sometimes magical way he had. He wouldn’t leave Gerswhin… he couldn’t lose her, not after everything. She was perhaps the only one that understood what he’d… they’d been through. He didn’t want to be alone again. 
 
He landed, with a crouch, bowing his head slightly, and breathing hard. He looked up, looking for Gershwin’s light, looking for the steadily familiar Caits. He stood, raised his head. 
 
“Gerswhin!”