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Too many people. Too many minds. Too many voices in his head. Any time a stranger bumped into him, there would be sudden flashes of information. The hurrying man was named Johnathan. Twenty-eight years of age. Human. He had a wife at home with their baby. He enjoyed the ale at the inn the most. And the woman that apologized over and over was Elizabeth. Nineteen years of age. Human. She loved reading in her home where she lived alone. Well, not with any people. There was a cat outside her home that she often fed scraps to.
Charles made an involuntary whine when the last person tried to pass, but they made a quick retreat upon seeing Erik’s glare. Charles might feel sorry for Henry (thirty years of age, gifted, whose human mother was unwell with a fever), if his head did not ache so much.