The Academy: hey, JESUS-BOY

I was a torrent of emotion. The little skinny not eating dead kid who had just martyr'd himself to a giant blast of lightning to save a .. lion!? .. had been brought back to life (but I'm dead so that can't be possible. Really Hypatia just reinstated my functionality..)..

But I was looking for something. Someone. My homicidal teacher, who wanted me to go ask the crazy people why they chose to be crazy!

SIMON! I yelled, but I didn't have to. I already saw the poor guy. You told me to ask questions. But I didn't need to ask, I've SEEN!

Oh god, here I go...

Lightning III's are MONSTERS! Alcatraz, Baraqel! Its like its taken over their brain and melted all the good parts into GOO! Strandwolf, never met him, but I bet he's a monster too!

My face fell, panic lighting around the very edges of my eyes.

Will my brain melt too, Jesus?

I sniffled, then, pausing long enough to draw in a breath. But I didn't let Simon speak.

Alcatraz, he's got supers, they hurt people. I didn't want to ask, he already hit me with lightning. I didn't want to risk more pain..

How could you blame me? Come on, I'm trying here.

I.. Is this good enough? Or..

Breathe, sniffle, wide scared eyes.

Do I need to go ask?

PLZ DON'T MAKE ME!

And, of course, if Simon simply smiles and tells me good job, I'm free to go be an apprentice.

If not, its back to being hit with lightning.

Plz Jesus, don't fail me!