Lennon leans in as if to accept the challenge. “Well I was too, but excuse [i]me[/i] for losing faith in such a volatile topic as power, which is actually quite relative, after seeing it bind with ignorance for the sake of others and warp perfectly good, mundane people into monsters, destructive in their search for the one thing keeping them alive: power. Not to mention that whatever force controls who has power is more fleeting and ever-changing than the wind.”

Carra smiles and follows the waiter, looking around. 

Zenith sighs after struggling some more. “It’s useless.” Once she calms down, the wind stops. “See?”