Not precisely human. Aoba had denied it before—could he be blamed for that?—but now it was at least…somewhat more plausible than he could have originally imagined.
We’re superhuman, obviously, Desire remarked without distress. And our man there isn’t precisely human, either, so what’s the big deal?
“One more thing to ask Granny,” Aoba sighed aloud, looking down at his half-empty plate. “That’ll be a fun one. ‘I went inside the brain of an alien, killed it, and then killed the rest with just my voice. Why is that a thing that I can do?’”
Speaking of things no one knew: the effects of his voice had been obvious, but that brief eternity inside the mind of the Vex had simply escaped mention until now. Aoba didn’t say it offhandedly so much as with the tired air of someone remembering the exact weight of everything on his shoulders.
Romancing Declan was…perfectly ordinary in comparison.
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We’re superhuman, obviously, Desire remarked without distress. And our man there isn’t precisely human, either, so what’s the big deal?
“One more thing to ask Granny,” Aoba sighed aloud, looking down at his half-empty plate. “That’ll be a fun one. ‘I went inside the brain of an alien, killed it, and then killed the rest with just my voice. Why is that a thing that I can do?’”
Speaking of things no one knew: the effects of his voice had been obvious, but that brief eternity inside the mind of the Vex had simply escaped mention until now. Aoba didn’t say it offhandedly so much as with the tired air of someone remembering the exact weight of everything on his shoulders.
Romancing Declan was…perfectly ordinary in comparison.