"I use more energy convincing you that I don't hate you than I use on anything else," Nida sighs, shaking his head. What a mess. But they're both a mess. Sorta why they fit together in a strange way. "You don't deserve what you got. You were under magical compulsion. We can fight about that another time."

Look, he's finished the bell pepper. Can he start the onion now? How do you even want those cut.

"I don't know. I woke up with it white like this. And I can't use the durability power now. White imparts luck I heard. And confidence. Requires skin to skin contact."

Look at him, ignoring the comment about ignoring his hurt.