Desirable Company [open]

[Pan Gomure]

Today Pan carried a large backpack with her as she left the confines of the city. She breathed a sigh of relief at leaving behind the crowded streets and awful chasers. She took off her earmuffs and was happy to find that there were no other thoughts around her. For once Pan didn't have to deal with random people's thoughts in her head if she didn't wear her earmuffs. She could walk without dealing with those aweful things.

Pan's powers were fairly undesirable to her. She had telepathy, but with no way to shut it off, so anybody near her had their minds invaded unless she wore earmuffs to block them off. Her other power was like that too, Psychoscopy was probably worse than telepathy because she actually fainted sometimes after she had used it and it happened everytime she touched something new. That was why Pan wore gloves at all times. Once she touched things once she didn't have to see their history twice so the gloves helped block out any unwanted visions. Since these two powers were a year round thing apan could be found wearing gloves and earmuffs even in he he summer, it was only in the winter that she looked kind of normal.

While Pan trudged out of the city the sun began to set. It was common knowledge that going out of the city was dangerous enough, but after dark was a thing that was reserved for chasers and crazy people. Pan wasn't really crazy, but she had nothing to fear from the thing that kept most people out of the wilderness at night. Tonight and maybe the next night were meant for a camp out away from her job and the bustle of the city. Pan had thought about going to the abandoned village as there were many Darkness there, but that meant more minds she had to read. So instead she set her courses for the lake. It sounded like a nice secluded place.

When Pan got there she plopped down with her stuff and sighed. She reached out with her mind and found a pipsqueak wandering around in the forest. "Hey bud. Come here." she called out in it's mind. The little Darkness began making it's way over to her. Most people hated Darkness, but Pan found that they were much better than people. People had so many thoughts and complicated emotions, Darkness kind of just fed off of fear. Since Pan had so much fear and she could actually talk to them they weren't as hostile with her as they could have been.

Pan held the pipsqueak like it was a teddy bear as she stared at the moon that was beginning to rise overhead. The little Darkness was working through her many fears to chose one to transform into. That was one thing that Pan could do without, but it was a thing that she was willing to deal with. As Pan lay there more Little Darkness began to show up. No large Brutes or fast Razors showed up, but there were two pipsqueaks and three troublemakers. She was enjoying their company as she looked at the sky and listened to the water in the lake lap at the shores.

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    Walking along the shore of the lake, Sparrow took in a breath and marveled in the natural beauty surrounding him. The dragonflies feasting on the pesky mosquitoes, the crystalline waves lapping against the shore with a gentle brush on the earth, and the songs of birds permeating the air in a lovely harmony. The young man hadn't done something like this in a while, and it was very relaxing for him. Not only had he been working as a Chaser on missions, he had also been investigating and interrogating the seedy underbelly of Argi city. While it was certainly important to work hard and hone one's skills, Sparrow also firmly believed in resting.

    As he continued, he noticed a rustling in the bushes surrounding the clear lake. Turning towards it, Sparrow saw a fully grown bear emerge, it's imposing presence surprising the young tactician. Extending his hand out towards the bear, he readied himself for combat. However, the bear made a surprising change as it quickly turned its head to the southern part of the lake. After staring at that area for a few seconds, it rapidly turned on its heels to bound back into the forest where it came. Quizically, Sparrow turned to see what the bear had seen before its retreat, and noticed a girl further down along the shore.

    Walking towards the girl, Sparrow was able to make out some of her features and recognized her as the girl he had once met at the police station, Pan. Her telepathy had interested him the first time that they had met, but she warned him that their next encounter might not be so friendly. As the young man drew closer, he was able to see a small cluster of Darkness surrounding the girl. The part that made him uneasy was the fact that they were not attacking her. Rather, they seemed almost like pets or natural companions.

    Somewhat concerned, Sparrow walked further towards Pan and stopped around 15 meters away. Calling to her, he said, "Hello again, Pan! It's nice to see you once more. Just a quick question - why are there Darkness surrounding you? What's more, why are they not attacking?"

[Pan Gomure]

Pan had been enjoying her nice time by the water and she was thinking about maybe getting a blanket out and the tent she had brought along. It was already dark so any semblance of visuals while setting up camp had been long lost. It was in this peace and calm that Pan heard a new mind join her thoughts. This wasn't a Darkness or an animal, instead it was a chaser. Pan groaned internally but stayed where she was in case the chaser just walked past them. If they did wander over here then it was apparent that it probably wouldn't go well for her or them. Her being surrounded with darkness usually didn't go over well with the chasers.

As the chaser started to get closer however, it seemed he knew her. He recognized her and then recognized the darkness around her. When he got closer Pan sat up and saw Sparrow, a boy whom shared many of her characteristics. He stopped very far away and upon realizing he was there the darkness seemed to grow aggravated. One of the troublemakers sunk a set of claws into Pan's leg but she didn't flinch. "Why are you here?" Pan asked, skipping the formalities and his questions in favour of her own. She was annoyed not only that her camping trip had gone sour so soon into it, but that it had been interrupted by somebody who knew her.

Pan stood up and told the darkness to go into the woods once again. Like the obedient creatures they were they scattered away. Pan had found long ago that they were always looking for somebody to guide them and since Oscura wasn't always there, if somebody just gave them an order they could understand they usually followed it. Of course they usually ended up breaking, maiming, or killing something while doing it, but they were Obidiant none the less. She walked over to her backpack now that the darkness had scampered off and started searching for her weapon that she had packed. Pan had many different weapons, but had only brought one on this trip.

She slipped the brass knuckles on as discreetly as possible as she continued to pretend to root through her bag. Sparrow was perceptive, that much was obvious about him, so maybe he would notice and maybe he wouldn't, but either way Pan could usually secure the upper hand in a fight through reading his next move in his thoughts.

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    The abrupt question left Sparrow somewhat stunned. How was he supposed to respond to this. A human, conversing with the spawn of Oscura, went against all knowledge that he had on such supernatural interactions. "I...er, that is to say...I suppose I travel out here to decompress on occasion?" he replied, still not knowing what to make of the situation.

    As Pan searched through her bag, Sparrow noticed the Darkness had disappeared. She seemed to have called them off. The young man had no idea that she had such influence in her telepathy. Moving on, his eye trailed along the scene and saw Pan using her hands for something in the bag. She didn't seem too happy, that was for certain. Was she going to fight him? As strange as the situation was, he had no desire to fight a fellow human, especially when he had just met her the other day.

Stepping back slightly, ready to make movements when necessary, Sparrow extended his hand forward as he spoke, "Please don't do anything rash. I don't wish to fight. I am simply trying to understand what is going on..."

    As the moon glimmered in the night, the sheen of metal brass caught the boy's eye as he was able to see the metallic nature of the weapons. With a slight frown, Sparrow took another step backward and pulled three pocket knives out of his coat's pocket. He knew that she could tell his every move, and didn't have the firmest grasp on how to fight someone who always knows what you're thinking, but he wouldn't let himself be harmed. He had too much to do, too much to lose here to be injured by her or worse. Attaching his threads to the three knives, he dropped them to the ground, away from his feet.

    "That being said," Sparrow continued, "I'm not against defending myself. Pan, I apologize if I did something to interrupt your reason for coming here. If you'd like me to leave, I can leave without any commotion. Alright?"

[Pan Gomure]

Pan rolled her eyes as Sparrow stumbled through his explanation as to why he was there. She wasn't quite as interested as she has thought she might be when she had asked the question. She had expected him to say that he had a job in the area and had just gotten back from killing a Darkness, as that was why many chasers were in the wilderness. Pan was more annoyed that he had interrupted her than if he had killed Darkness.

It seemed however that Sparrow was on to her aggressions because he took one step back. His thoughts made it clear that he didn't want to fight, but at the same time would. He backed away from her and she straightened up narrowing her eyes and not making an effort to conceal the brass knuckles now adorning her fist. Sparrow continued talking and she wished he had stopped. When they had first met Pan hadn't hated Sparrow as much as she hated many people. His thoughts weren't the worst she had heard and he was a decent conversationalist, if only a little bit pointless while speaking. Pan hadn't hated him, but now he was here, it was a different day, and he was a chaser.

It seemed that Soarrow was talking about him just leaving now. "You're really annoying you know that? Leave or don't I don't care. When you say you're protecting yourself so am I. You're a chaser and as you might imagine chasers don't react well to me." Pan took three angry steps towards Sparrow. She wondered if it would be better to attack him right now. Her eyes darted around the area. There were a few snow drifts, but the area they were standing was relatively free of snow. "So are we going to get this over or are you going to continue to be a chicken?" She asked as she raised her fists and lowered into a fighting stance.

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    The situation had quickly reached its boiling point, much more quickly than other encounters Sparrow had had before. Obviously words wouldn't satisfy Pan, and Sparrow knew that. She was a direct and brief sort of person. As she continued to speak, the boy understood what she meant. It would make sense that Chasers wouldn't react well to her, what with the company she kept. He didn't really care about that right now. At least, not in the way that triggered fear. More than anything, he was intrigued they could understand communication. As the girl continued, her words stung slightly. Sparrow lifted up his knives with his threads and turned around. Extending the blades, the tactician held them behind himself, the edges pointed in the girl's direction. A cold wind blew against his face as he headed back towards Argi City, the young man gritting his teeth.

    "Cluck-cluck, I suppose," Sparrow thought, "I believe it to be better to be a hen and avoid making a grave mistake, than act like a cock and immediately fight once threatened....We both have too much potential to waste it on some trivial conflict like this...."

    As Sparrow began to walk further away, he turned his head slightly to watch the girl. Small amounts of anger and sadness crept across his face. No...the young man was disappointed more than anything - he had honestly hoped they could get along a little more smoothly than this. With a small, audible sigh, Sparrow pulled up his pink scarf on his face and continued taking steps forward. Once again, there was a rustling in the bushes as a few small Darkness crawled out. Apparently, they seemed angered at Sparrow's intrusion on Pan. The strategist ignored them and waited until he got a fair distance away before he stopped and turned around. The moon shone beautifully tonight, in a sad and silent harmony with the clouded sky, as a single winter owl hooed in the distance.

    Despite the conflict, Sparrow still wished to relax here, and took a twig lying in the shallow snow. With the instrument in hand, he began drawing in the frozen water to decompress his mind as thoughts about a possible battle worried him....

[Pan Gomure]

Pan was equally nervous and angry. She was nervous that he would report her to the chasers or the police and she was angry for the same reason. Pan was often like this. She feared things and instead of experiencing the fear for what it was she just got angry. When she realized that he really didn't want to fight her and instead realized that he was interested in her Pan sucked in a breath. Her eyes darted quickly around the open space and despite there being many places to go she felt trapped. Pan pulled on her earmuffs to block out any more of his thoughts and ignored his knives.

If what he was thinking was true, and it probably was, then she didn't have to worry about fight with him so instead she quickly started packing up her things. Almost every fibre of her being wanted her out of there. While the human part of her wanted to stay and talk and fight and figure out why he was so interested in her, the part of her that had been tortured and raised by Darkness told her to run away as far away from Sparrow as she could. Pan hoisted her backpack up onto her shoulders and looked at Sparrow, who was now further away drawing things in the snow with a stick.

Pan settled for second best. She ran into the woods for a good three minutes before doubling back around and creeping through the woods quieter this time. She blended in nicely with the snow and managed to creep back towards Sparrow without making so much as a whisper of noise. Pan stopped fairly far away from where she guessed he would be and crouched down low into the snow. She wanted to learn more about Sparrow, but talking to him made her want to scream, which was impossible for her. It was annoying being near him, but he was interesting so she stayed. At least this time she wouldn't have to listen to his speaking. Pan pulled off her earmuffs to listen to him again, hoping that her stake out would last longer than she was expecting it to.

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    Looking at where the girl once was, he saw that she had fled. It was a shame, really. She seemed like desirable company. Shrugging simply, Sparrow continued to doodle in the sand to take his mind off of his worries. It was nice to just relax and decompress from all of the stressful situations occurring in the city; Darkness attacks, rising crime rates, and an ever-increasing grip on the city was being made by them. The moment the young man had thought about them, the stick he was drawing with had cracked apart, brittle from the cold winter.

    Placing a finger to his forehead, Sparrow wondered what else there was to do. He noticed a large piece of driftwood lying half-covered by the snow. Extending his threads, he lifted the wood off of the ground and saw it to be about the size of a snowboard. Taking a step closer, the boy climbed aboard the floating wood and tested his strength. It looked as if he could manage doing something like this with relative ease. The biggest issue, it seemed, was for Sparrow to maintain his balance while doing such a task. Setting his feet into some natural grooves made by weathering over time, the boy stood about a foot off of the ground. Moving his fingers to change the direction, he saw it worked similarly to a scooter, with his threads being a sort of turning device.

    With a small smile, the young man moved forward and began to turn as he willed the board to move along slowly. He floated along the beach in slow circles, generating more speed as he became more comfortable with turning. With a laugh, Sparrow whisked across the snow covered shore with more ease, wobbling every so often. He hadn't tried something as abstract as this with his ability, but it revealed a new level of versatility to his powers. Soon, the boy began grinding on one edge into the snow, spinning and doing jumps off of his board and on again, the wind whistling by him. In that moment, he forgot all about the fighting and the revenge and worry, and just enjoyed his time to be young.

    After a little while longer, Sparrow slowed down and gently dismounted from the driftwood. "That was fun," he thought as he laughed to himself. He hadn't had fun like that in a long time. He wished that Pan could have seen it. Maybe she would have liked to try it for herself....

[Pan Gomure]

the reason Pan had gone back to spy on Sparrow was because she figured that if she could see him doing something incriminating that she could use as blackmail to make sure that he wouldn't tell anybody about her hanging out with darkness. To her this was a flawless plan, but she quickly realized the flaw. He didn't do anything incriminating. Sparrow attached his threads to a peice of wood and started moving about in the snow as if he was snowboarding. She breathed out a puff of hot air and sunk deeper into the snow. If Sparrow didn't do anything interesting then what as she supposed to do? Rest her trust in him and hope that he didn't give her away? Not a chance.

Pan was still thinking about this as Sparrow got off of the snowboard. His thoughts turned to her for a second and they didn't seem negative. She narrowed her eyes further, but then had an idea. The idea was both aweful and solved her problems. If she touched anything of his then it would give her a history of its time, most of which would be with him. The only downside was depending on the thing it might might her puke, or pass out, or worse. She saw the last of his psychic threads and wondered what might happen if she touched those. They were a power and she had never touched something like that. Pan wasn't really sure exactly how the history of a psychic ability might show up.

As Pan thought about this she began shuffling through her backpack and found a bag of beef jerky. She pulled out a peice and started to much on it as she tried to decide the best way to get dirt on Sparrow. A Troublemaker showed up and began gnawing on one of her fingers, drawing blood before she pulled out another peice and handed it to the small Darkness. She wondered if his knives would work. If anything would be used for something negative it would knives. Now Pan just had to figure out a way to get her hands on some of his knives.

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    Finding a nice patch of grass among the melted snow, Sparrow sat and watched the night sky. He had really needed this, after everything he'd been through. Pulling the three pocket knives out of his jacket, he laid them out in front of him. They were all presents that he received on his tenth birthday. His father enjoyed hunting on occasion, and the knives were meant to be a present encouraging Sparrow to follow suit. However, the young boy couldn't stand the sight of tender animals being killed, and so he merely kept them as self defense. Each blade was called a "pocket knife", but they were really just plain knives that fit well into pockets. With sheaths on each, the trio had different colors - one red, one blue, and one green.

    Looking at the red knife, Sparrow examined the scarlet hilt of the dagger and unsheathed it. On the blade were the engraved words, "Valor in blood and in sorrow". Sparrow smiled, as he found each knife to give him the motivation to continue forward, despite the losses he had faced. This knife was the first to accidentally cut the boy, the first to leave its sheath, and the last to be taken out of the burning building unharmed. Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, the tactician polished the blade of the Darkness's dust. It shone with a bold and steady sheen, unwavering in danger.

    Slipping it back into its sheath, he placed it down and examined the second knife. The words, "Wisdom gives way to victory" were engraved upon this blade. The blue hilt had a certain elegance to it, but also a certain sadness. This knife had been the second to be unsheathed, and found in the arms of his mother's body when she was discovered after the fire. Sparrow had wept uncontrollably, as she and her husband were thinking of their child in their last moments. However, the strangest part of how her body was discovered, was that there was a strange, black residue on her remaining clothes, in patterns that suggested grabbing and scratching.

    The final dagger had a green hue on its hilt. There was a certain playfulness to it, but also a sense of danger. Placing the blue knife down, Sparrow held the final knife in his hands. This weapon had the words "Joy demands optimism, not deceit" engraved onto its blade. Out of all of the blades, this last had been the most traumatizing for Sparrow. After the fire, he had seen his father's body. This knife rested solidly in the charred chest of the dead man, and set something off inside of the boy's head. He wasn't going to let that go. No, sparing them justice would be too easy. On that day, at the sight of that knife, Sparrow had decided to end the Darkness's reign over the world, determined to end the suffering of humanity. A bitter smile crept across the strategist's face as he placed the knife back into its sheath.

    Those knives had carried him through. They were the first weapons he used in conjunction with Grandmaster's Threads, and the first he had ever mastered in hand-to-hand combat. But what was more, they were going to be the last thing any Darkness would ever see. Walking forward towards the lake, Sparrow looked up at the moon and reached out. "Mother...father...everyone," the lone Wrightworth called out, holding back tears, "I'm sorry I couldn't do more to help you. If I had been there just a little bit sooner, maybe I could have done something..."

    Resting his arm at his side once again, Sparrow shook his head. No, there wasn't any point on regretting what had been done. He still had the chance to make things right in this world, where Darkness ran rampant in humanity's conflicting existence. Taking the dagger of valor, the young man walked away slightly down the shore and planned to turn back after a short while. He kept a great deal of this stress locked up, it was good to release it every once in a while so he could continue forward. And so, Sparrow walked a little further away, planning to turn back after a couple more meters while he continued to refresh his resolve.

[Pan Gomure]

Pan had been ready to get up and sneak over to where Sparrow was when she noticed him take out his knives in his own. Pan smirked and tuned into his thoughts. Turned out that he had an aweful backstory and was kind of a wimp about it. She rolled her eyes as she listened to him thinking about each of the daggers. They had stupid sayings on them and tragic back stories. She was about ready to get up and leave when he finished polishing the final one, which had stabbed his dad. She was ready for him to do something more interesting when he said something about being there sooner and helping them. He should stop living in the past so much. Sure his parents were dead, but lots of people's parents were dead in this town. Just because you couldn't save them doesn't mean it was you're fault. Pan should know, considering the state of her mothers.

When Sparrow got up and walked away from the spot where he had placed his daggers Pan saw her chance and dashed forward. On the way there she took off her gloves and took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be a fun thing to see.

Pan reached out and touched a random dagger. Instantly the whole history flashed through her mind. Being made. Being sold. Being passed on and coming to the Wrightworth manor. She watched it move from pockets to sheaths to being used and it being being put on a table. She saw a woman pick up the dagger to defend herself against Darkness. She took down a few before falling herself. Pan watched as Sparrow showed up, to late to save whom Pan assumed was his mother. She watched as Sparrow himself was almost murdered before being saved by Luz. Pan could feel the history of the dagger becoming too much, but it was too late to back out. She watched as Sparrow trained to become a Chaser and she watched as he took down countless Darkness. She saw him use the daggers and finally she saw when he polished them just now. The history ended and she managed to finally let go of the dagger.

Pan doubled over and was shaking liked a leaf. Her vision was blurry and she knew she wouldn't be able to move without collapsing. Maybe she hadn't thought this out well enough. Her brain felt like mush, which wasn't good if she needed to fight Sparrow. She focused on his thoughts and heard him thinking of turning around. She needed to move. Pan forced herself to straighten out and managed to take two steps before collapsing into the snow. That had been better than she thought she might do. She closed her eyes in an attempt to stop her brain from swimming. It seemed like she was going to get spotted by Sparrow after all. It also seemed he had plenty of reasons to hate darkness, which translated to plenty of reasons to hate her. Hopefully he kept his ideal that he didn't want to fight her because a fight in this state would surely end with Pan passing out.

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    As Sparrow continued to walk back, he noticed something going on near his daggers. Continuing forward, he saw Pan had showed up and was holding onto his dagger. Slightly concerned, the young man sped forward and attached his threads to his knives. Beckoning them towards himself, Sparrow sheathed them simultaneously and grabbed all of them out of the air. The threads holding the daggers were severed, and the boy continued toward the girl in concern for her safety.

    "Pan!" Sparrow cried as he stumbled slightly in worry. He wondered what had caused her to become so ill. She was holding his knife, and then began to stumble and shake. Approaching the girl, the young man turned her over so that she was on her back. Out of the corner of his eye, Sparrow could see some Darkness beginning to gather in the nearby bushes. With a sigh of exasperation, he extended his threads and kept the knives in between the two humans and the monsters. The sheaths slipped off easily and the daggers all pointed at the Darkness, showing Sparrow's willingness to defend.

    Diverting his attention back to Pan, the young man took off his jacket and placed it underneath Pan's torso. Sparrow had been wearing his usual winter vest and long sleeve shirt underneath, but he did feel a slight chill from a passing breeze. The Darkness began to growl and hiss in anger, and Sparrow pondered what they could want. Did they want to take advantage of Pan's weakness? No, that seemed too easy....

    Taking a step back from Pan, the hisses and roars lessened into low growls. Seeing a possible connection, Sparrow took another step back and called to Pan. All the while, the tactician's hand was extended toward the incoming threat, his knives poised to strike on command. "Pan," he called, "Are you alright? I saw you fall into the snow and I became worried...."

[Pan Gomure]

The idea of being helpless around somebody else made her want to lash it, but every inch of her body ached and of course, she was helpless. So instead she retreated inside her own mind and hoped for the best. She recognized when Sparrow saw her laying on the ground and tried to push herself up into at least a sitting position, but her arms wobbled and she fell back into her laying position. Pan could hear Sparrow wonder why she was so sick and her frown deepened. This was why she didn't care to interact with people, they always had suck stupid thoughts that could be solved with them having telepathy.

Pan felt Sparrow slip something under her body and tensed up. It relieved the cold that had begun to set into the places where her back touched the snow, but she had to force her hands up and away from what she assumed was his jacket. If she touched it then she would pass out, no doubt about it. She took a long breath before she realized that he was nervous about the Darkness watching over her. They liked to hang around her considering her being prone to fear and her being able to communicate with them, but they had no large emotional ties to her. "Get away." She told them. They seemed to listen well enough and retreated into the woods. She relaxed just a little, one cause for stress sent away.

Then Sparrow started talking again and she opened just one of her eyes. Her vision still blurry, but she could make out the shape of Sparrow standing at a distance. "I-I need my gloves." she told him. Even her thoughts wavered. This was why she hated using her Psycoscopy even more than she hated her telepathy. It had the same effect on her everytime she used it, but sometimes it was worse than this. At least it only happened the first time she touched something and not every individual time. She had already touched her gloves many times so she wore them everywhere in order to aVoid this kind of reaction in public. The fact that Sparrow had saw her was annoying. Pan was also quite worried that now not only did he know about her talking to darkness but he knew about one of her weaknesses.

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    Seeing the Darkness retreat, Sparrow breathed a sigh of relief and retrieved his blades. Holding the one that Pan had held, he toyed with why she became weak. It was then that she asked for her gloves. Snapping back to their last encounter, Sparrow remembered that she hadn't taken her gloves off the entire time they spoke, even though they were indoors. It appeared that the reason she became weak was due to direct physical contact with objects, but that didn't explain what happened when she did so. Was it related to her telepathy?

    Noticing that Pan needed attention, the tactician pushed the thoughts aside as he searched through the snow for the girl's gloves. Finding one, he noticed they were very worn. She must have had these for a while, he thought, as he found the other one near a stick. Being careful to shake off the snow, Sparrow placed them beside Pan. He noted that she deliberately distanced her hands away from the jacket the young man had laid out for her. "There it is again," he thought to himself. At that moment he remembered that she could hear everything that he was saying and so Sparrow sighed and shrugged at the inevitability.

    Respecting the girl's distance, the boy took a seat nearby and looked at the lake. He never said a word, and did his best not to think of much. If there were any thoughts, they were observations of the scenery or concerns about Pan. Either way, Sparrow decided it would be best to simply let her regain her strength, and not swarm her with too many questions. At least he didn't have to worry about the Darkness - she had probably been the one who called them off, anyway.

[Pan Gomure]

When Sparrow found both her gloves and set them down next to her Pan breathed a sigh of relief and shakily pulled them on. She could hear Sparrow trying to work out why she was so sick in his mind. He seemed to be getting closer to the real reason, but so far he only had hunches. Like the fact that she had been keeping her hands without gloves away from things. He was piecing it together, but it was still annoyingly slow. There were so many things about other people that were too slow for her. Their thoughts and their process for working things out were just two examples of those. Of course she like to slow down, but only when other people weren't around.

Pan finally managed to sit up after a while. Her head was still swimming like somebody had poured water into it, but her vision was no longer blurry, which was good. She looked over to where Sparrow was sitting. His stark white hair stood out against the water so it wasn't that hard to spot him sitting next to it. She watched him for a while and realized that he was trying to not think as much. She knew a lot of people who did this around her. While she didn't mind it as much as she minded just listening to people's thoughts it never really helped too much. Pan rolled her shoulders to try and get the strength back into them.

When she finally felt good enough to move Pan shuffled over to where Sparrow was sitting. She handed him his jacket before she settled in just a little ways away from him. She frowned as she watched the water shift. There was no point in hiding now considering how she had already been spotted so just hanging out was what she had planned on doing anyway. She took her backpack off and set it infront of her between her legs. "It's called Psychoscopy." She thought to Sparrow. "It allows me to see the history of anything I touch, but it's usually really overwhelming. You're daggers have a lot of history." She explained to him before he could ask anything more. Pan flinched as she thought about what she had just seen and what had happened to his mother. It was a reminder as to why he should hate her, and yet so far he didn't hate her. It was strange.