[ she looks like she doesn't expect the touch and as soon as her hand is brought to his chest, she turns her head. her fingers are loose now, and jolyne fixes her eyes for a moment on her own fingers, a point where a hole-like scar sits on her index finger. power. what's it like to have power again? not this one she has this week. not the ability to fly. she wants her soul again. she could do anything with her soul.

her own lip trembles for a moment before she sets her jaw once more. ]

No one points us in any direction, we've had to fuckin' fight tooth and claw for some semblence of any kinda answer.

I miss being able to punch all my fuckin' problems away.