“I just gave you a little help is all Jules.” The words felt bland in my mouth, a lie of omission that felt unnatural to me.
One of the downsides of using my powers was the nagging guilt it could create over little things like lying. The more power you had and used the more you felt the pull of your conscience. The Light Touched were capable of lying or doing horrible things, but they suffered internally for it.
“A little help?” Her voice was edged with panic as it got louder, “I feel sick Justin. What did you do?”