Bruce clenched one hand into a fist. The strategy Jenso described to get Shaidra's attention, a sudden spike in Ki- his idea for Ki transference might fit the requirements.

He shifted his gaze downward.

He wasn't nearly as prepared to try it as he wanted to be. If he manifested his Ki again and it came out golden, it would be because he'd forced it that way- the red streaks of his repressed emotions and the stain on his soul would be straining for release. It would be equivalent to regression to before he'd had that much needed talk with Ross.

Bruce glanced up at Jenso. Ki transference, at least the way Bruce had in mind, would mean their very souls interacting with one another, right? Just the concept was enough to give any reasonable person pause, but with the psychological garbage Bruce had brewing within, it was much worse than that.

If he tried it now, he had a strong inkling that Jenso could die. And it would be Bruce's fault.

Bruce sighed, reaching inside his robe absently.

[color=0072bc][i]'Wait a minute...'[/i][/color] he thought.

[color=0072bc]"What about Jeff's power pills?"[/color] he asked. Bruce had honestly not been paying the utmost attention at the time, but perhaps there was a safer way to make Jenso's idea work.