[Ruth smiles, relief rising in her. Mutant history class taught that they've existed since ancient times, but that far fewer mutants were around at any given time.]
...Like a sorceress.
[To give him an idea, she points at a piece of trash, someone's crumpled-up scrap paper, and it rises up from the rest, hovering in the air. Ruth hasn't tried this trick in years--it's something she'd loved to do as a little girl--but it still works.
And it makes her feel like her skull's going to split open. Her concentration broken, she clutches at her head; she's bent double, blood dripping on the floor.]
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...Like a sorceress.
[To give him an idea, she points at a piece of trash, someone's crumpled-up scrap paper, and it rises up from the rest, hovering in the air. Ruth hasn't tried this trick in years--it's something she'd loved to do as a little girl--but it still works.
And it makes her feel like her skull's going to split open. Her concentration broken, she clutches at her head; she's bent double, blood dripping on the floor.]
No, no, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry--
[The words disappear into a groan.]