Uh, what? [Somebody never went to bible school.] No, none of that shit. You don't make any sense.
[Frustrated, Cain whips around as if to check behind him, because he was certain there were others with him on the 'ship' — his version of a ship being far superior, how could anyone stand to get on that rickety, wooden thing? — but the other Restless have all dispersed, leaving him alone and feeling just as crazy as before. Still, he can sense that warm and crackling static somewhere in the back of his mind, a low pulse less painful than his headache but equally as distracting.]
It's like... you know, kinda like a hangover? Except fuzzier. Brighter. And I feel like I can do something with it. Dunno, but—
[Here he makes a fatal error. Jonas is the unwilling victim in front of him, and it's only because Cain is beholden to the impulse of trying to puzzle out what happened to him while crossing the sea, that he reaches out and seizes a shoulder—and pries into his mind with the gifted Spark. The effort is weak, not intuitive, a flimsy rake through the shallow surface of the other boy's thoughts without direction.]
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[Frustrated, Cain whips around as if to check behind him, because he was certain there were others with him on the 'ship' — his version of a ship being far superior, how could anyone stand to get on that rickety, wooden thing? — but the other Restless have all dispersed, leaving him alone and feeling just as crazy as before. Still, he can sense that warm and crackling static somewhere in the back of his mind, a low pulse less painful than his headache but equally as distracting.]
It's like... you know, kinda like a hangover? Except fuzzier. Brighter. And I feel like I can do something with it. Dunno, but—
[Here he makes a fatal error. Jonas is the unwilling victim in front of him, and it's only because Cain is beholden to the impulse of trying to puzzle out what happened to him while crossing the sea, that he reaches out and seizes a shoulder—and pries into his mind with the gifted Spark. The effort is weak, not intuitive, a flimsy rake through the shallow surface of the other boy's thoughts without direction.]