He lets her lead him out of the store, moving more or less on auto-pilot. He shakes his head. "You don't understand," he insists. "People are counting on me. I need these powers to get home and save them!"
It sounds dramatic, and maybe it is a little. Delsin's been told, time and again, that leaving is impossible, but he's convinced that using his powers will get him there. With neon, he can run at the speed of light, literally. With concrete, he can break through any obstacle. With video, he can summon that stupid angel minion of Eugene's to back him up. With smoke, he can slip through vents, unseen. Surely some combination of these will get him through this!
But with only smoke, now, there's no way to tell if his theory is right.
By the time they get outside, he's gotten the smoke under control, but he's still tense. He sort of clutches to her arm, like she's the only thing holding him up.
"What 'm I supposed to do?" he asks, voice low and soft.
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Date: 2014-06-26 05:45 am (UTC)It sounds dramatic, and maybe it is a little. Delsin's been told, time and again, that leaving is impossible, but he's convinced that using his powers will get him there. With neon, he can run at the speed of light, literally. With concrete, he can break through any obstacle. With video, he can summon that stupid angel minion of Eugene's to back him up. With smoke, he can slip through vents, unseen. Surely some combination of these will get him through this!
But with only smoke, now, there's no way to tell if his theory is right.
By the time they get outside, he's gotten the smoke under control, but he's still tense. He sort of clutches to her arm, like she's the only thing holding him up.
"What 'm I supposed to do?" he asks, voice low and soft.