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"Dominating the power was how I started out." Nicky says, recalling her difficulty with ice.
"It works, but it only gets you as far as stopping them from doing things when you don't want them to. Tell me, did you get a response from the power?"
"No, it didn't." Could it even do that? How would she know, or try? Just talk out loud and hope it humors her? Rebecca hesitates, recalling what she'd seen with Director Harris and how he'd seemed to shift into someone else. Not change, but shift.
"Pull up your covers, it's about to get cold in here."
Nicky warns, moving towards the middle of the room before closing her eyes. Slowly, it almost looked like a blizzard was forming around her, extending outward slowly until it was hard to even see her anymore.
The blizzard would start to take an woman's shape, though she's clearly made of ice.
"Meet my power." Nicky would say, and the woman would turn to look at Rebecca with a blank expression.
Rebecca raises her brows at the warning, but doesn't comply until after the room gets colder. She's watching Nicky intently as the blizzard forms around her, focus zeroing in on the other agent as her anticipation takes free reign.
"Whoa." It's all she can say as her brain gives up articulating for the moment. Very impressed.
Rebecca's gaze goes from the woman to Nicky as she explains what sounds like her own potential could be. One day. If she lives long enough. It's awesome, but also intimidating to think of what her own power might look like or even be. Or would it just lash out at her in return?
"Did it...did she fight you, when she first manifested like this?" Now she feels bad for referring to the power like it's not in the same room and gives it an apologetic look.
"Fortunately when I was taught to do this, we made amends first. She fought me for a long time, but I lost my memory at one point and was able to let go of my pride long enough to apologize for killing her." Nicky chuckles at the memory.
"Nice to meet you, Skaldi." She's talking to a power like a person, which is weird. But it also makes sense to her, if it's sentient. Which is also weird. Isn't it? She doesn't want to ask yet.
It's also not the first time she's heard that she should apologize. She nods with a small frown.
"That makes sense. I just..." More frowning as she gives her head a tiny shake. "I don't know. I'm not against it, but what am I apologizing for? Killing it? Yes, I'm sorry. I wish I knew? But I don't recall killing anything. I was literally just playing tag in a park with my best friend when it happened. Doesn't that make the apology pointless?"
Skaldi doesn't answer, but she gives Rebecca a nod.
"No." Nicky says, shaking her head.
"You're avoiding responsibility. You may have been a child, you may not have meant it, but you still took away its freedom in its eyes. They don't often have a concept of too-young-to-understand. It's just that you did what you did. And they can feel if you're truly repentant."
She sighs and crosses her arms.
"At this point, it probably won't work for you. Even I can feel your apology would be empty."
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Rebecca falls silent, looking down at her fingers as she lifts her hands off the blanket. Amtrum had called her a Killer in their first training session, but now she had to wonder: was it for her friend, or the power? One was six feet under and long buried, but the other? That one was leashed to its killer.
"Well yeah, I gathered that." She huffs with her now familiar frown. "Just goes back to what I was saying. Why apologize if it's going to be empty." Even if she did understand the theory a little better now. She crosses her arms over her chest.
"So, what, it's a form of willpower? Mine against it?"
She stiffens and sits straighter as the comment about the easy way out gets under skin. The attitude thing, not so much.
"So it either hates me for forcing my will, for not apologizing for killing it, for apologizing to it without meaning it, or I find sympathy with it." Or another way, whatever that may be. She's got a good ten years of it hating her to catch up on if that's the case.