❝ w - was that r - real ?! do you - are you - do you have a minimum ?! ❞
Of course, Miminums aren’t well-known to the public, but Elisha’s pretty sure that what she’s just witnessed isn’t exactly something that normal humans are capable of doing. In any case, she’s ready to change size if she needs to; either to huge to correct this problem before it’s started, or to so small he can barely see her to escape. It all depends on his intentions && if he’s the kind of person to hurt someone else just for the hell of it by using —— whatever POWER he’s got.
↳ ❂ ↰ What an exciting way to start the day. Kaeto had a feeling that getting severely injured would trick his limiter into deactivating because it’d be a pain if he died, but he’d never been interested in something that would only bring temporary freedom. People were usually better drivers, and perhaps a short lapse of attention on his part could be blamed for the accident. The rush of his power went first into reversing his injuries–he loathed being in pain–and then to fixing where the car had crashed, sobering the driver, and having him continue on as though nothing happened.
It’d be a terrible idea to do any more than that. Even so, it’d been years since he could use his ability to its fullest extent; the amount of raw power shocked his system, overwhelmed his mind a bit, shifted the atmosphere to something he could control. He inhaled, only to turn at the question directed at him. Oh, a witness. There were hardly any pedestrians or cars to begin with.
Her phrasing may have just prevented a disaster. “What’s a minimum?”
