07-22-2020, 05:23 PM
They spoke like she wasn’t standing right fucking there, and it grated, but she held her tongue. Morven knew full well none of the men here could teach her, though she said nothing to the lecture. Truth was, she wasn’t interested in the science of the power, or how the two halves differed, or the mechanics of how things might be done differently. The Network could have filled in the gaps of her knowledge if she’d been curious enough to ask, not that she’d ever actually asked them for anything. But no one had taught her how to heal. No one had taught her how to break a man like a child’s toy in order to protect her sister either. Dismantling a man was as easy as putting one back together; easier, in many respects. She wasn’t asking for knowledge. She was asking for permission.
“Need? No.” No one had taught Ascendancy himself. Given his apparent age, he’d been the sole one of his kind for years. She met his eye plainly. If healing were all she knew how to do, it was unlikely she would have offered herself up in such a way. She’d already pointed out the deficiency in the Custody’s defenses; if they had women she could learn from or alongside, likely she would have already met them. “I’ll work with whoever you ask me to work with. But I’ll prove myself either way.”
“Need? No.” No one had taught Ascendancy himself. Given his apparent age, he’d been the sole one of his kind for years. She met his eye plainly. If healing were all she knew how to do, it was unlikely she would have offered herself up in such a way. She’d already pointed out the deficiency in the Custody’s defenses; if they had women she could learn from or alongside, likely she would have already met them. “I’ll work with whoever you ask me to work with. But I’ll prove myself either way.”