The psychologist looked at me with visible disappointment.
"Why?" It seemed she was sure I would agree, and she wasn't wrong in thinking that. But having someone throw a warning and then ignore it blatantly would just be dumb as hell.
"I'm not into psychedelic drugs." I answered, making my move on the board and taking a game stone from her side.
"We can work on the drug, change its characteristics to the point that there will be no hallucinations."
I smirked at that dumb argument.
"What if the hallucinations are what makes it work?" I knew she just wanted to rope me in, then get me to sign something, after which they would have full control and give me everything they wanted.
Though I had received the giant's powers, curiously, I couldn't see what he saw—the lines in the air that could easily be peeled open, like a lotus that was stripped of its petals until one reached the hidden core.
I knew the theory, but that didn't help with anything if I simply didn't have the power.
