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Like the hero you are, you decide to abandon the girl to Oliver, you lie to yourself and say that suffering builds character, and you're doing it for her own good.
You pass by the girl operating the deep fryer, you didn't recognize her with the cap she was wearing, but you know her pretty well. You've just never considered her an option since you knew she had a boyfriend. You two might be the only people that have worked here for more than a year, so you've developed a friendship solely due to the shared trauma this work tends to create.
"Huh, and here I thought you blew your brains out," she says as she prepares another batch of fries. "You're not looking too good," as she turns around to face you, you notice she's also not looking much better, her eyes are swollen red, it looks like she's been crying all night.
You ask her what happened.
"Oh, you know, I found out my boyfriend cheated on me like, 2 days ago. We broke up, it is what it is." She stares at the fries a little bit too long, before snapping back to reality. "So, what's up with you? Not like you to miss, what, almost two days of work? Without notice, too. Deserting like this, that's got to be a crime."
Wait, did she say they broke up 2 days ago? Damnit, she *was* an option after all. Then again, you would've felt awful manipulating her at her lowest point like this, so maybe it's for the best.
You almost tell her that you were busy having sex, but considering she just got cheated on, you'd rather not rub salt in the wound. Instead, you just tell her you had a severe burn-out, and felt like you needed to take a break. She nods in understanding.
You also ask her if she can cover for you while you stay in the bathroom, because you really need some alone time right now.
She sighs. "... Alright, this battle sister shall cover for you on the battlefield. Risking her life once again with no rewards in sight, honor her only fuel, her body covered in scars-"
You shove twenty dollars in her hand and go for the bathroom, the service she is rendering is worth much more than that, so you'll have to think of something to do for her later, but right now you have something much more important in sight.
Magic.
You thought that reading people would be a good way to train, but you've thought of something much better: reading yourself.
You stare at yourself in the mirror, trying your hardest to see your 'aura'.
Nothing.
You focus harder, and while you can almost see something, it never reflects on the mirror, just the corner of your eyes. You suppose it makes sense, the camera couldn't see Mona, so maybe magic wouldn't reflect on a mirror either. That would mean that you don't actually see it with your eyes, but something else.
You close your eyes and focus, for a second, you can see what looks like a strange, distorted version of your body.
