She just sort of freezes when he says what he does, and for one terrifying second, she just wants to turn on him, she wants to turn on him and shake him and get him to see, somehow, what it's like.
How terrifying it is, to be a human, to have no powers in this town, but to know what's out there to get you, that you have no defense from except that the other people with powers happen to give you, if you make the right friends.
How the police are full of witches, and how the people in this town can make the stars dance overhead in a ballroom or summon a hydra or control a siren to do their dirty work so they can live forever. How you always have to be on your toes, how hard it is to constantly be in pain and to know that she literally can find relief at the good graces of someone who is thankfully her friend, but without Joel, she'd end up either suffering, or with a very, very expensive habit.
She almost tells him all of it. She almost yells at him, she almost explodes in a way she's never done because it's so hard, because the only other person she knows 100% is human is Spencer, who's been through the same sort of shit that she has.
She almost turns around and asks him the names of the homeless men that the Siren who kidnapped her killed, because if they'd had powers, they maybe could have gotten away, and Leslie Parker has no idea in this world just how privileged that he is, that he doesn't have to be as afraid. That the fact that he can vaporize something, how terrifying that is. How terrifying it is that anyone could have that power. That a witch could kill someone, and turn the knife to ash instantly. That they can read minds, that they can influence people, and you don't even know it's happening.
It's terrifying, if you let yourself think about it. Which is why usually, she doesn't think about it.
She almost explodes.
But she doesn't.
Her shoulders tighten with tension, and she has to force herself to find words. "Anyway." She pulls in a breath. "Let's make you breakfast, right?"
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How terrifying it is, to be a human, to have no powers in this town, but to know what's out there to get you, that you have no defense from except that the other people with powers happen to give you, if you make the right friends.
How the police are full of witches, and how the people in this town can make the stars dance overhead in a ballroom or summon a hydra or control a siren to do their dirty work so they can live forever. How you always have to be on your toes, how hard it is to constantly be in pain and to know that she literally can find relief at the good graces of someone who is thankfully her friend, but without Joel, she'd end up either suffering, or with a very, very expensive habit.
She almost tells him all of it. She almost yells at him, she almost explodes in a way she's never done because it's so hard, because the only other person she knows 100% is human is Spencer, who's been through the same sort of shit that she has.
She almost turns around and asks him the names of the homeless men that the Siren who kidnapped her killed, because if they'd had powers, they maybe could have gotten away, and Leslie Parker has no idea in this world just how privileged that he is, that he doesn't have to be as afraid. That the fact that he can vaporize something, how terrifying that is. How terrifying it is that anyone could have that power. That a witch could kill someone, and turn the knife to ash instantly. That they can read minds, that they can influence people, and you don't even know it's happening.
It's terrifying, if you let yourself think about it. Which is why usually, she doesn't think about it.
She almost explodes.
But she doesn't.
Her shoulders tighten with tension, and she has to force herself to find words. "Anyway." She pulls in a breath. "Let's make you breakfast, right?"