>>58503994“People don’t use electricity like you do.”
>Kat gnawed on a knuckle, but focused on what you said.”“It’s, uh…”
>She seemed fixated on people coming here to get electricity.>Like they were rechargeable batteries, good for a week.“They can’t use electricity like you can.”
“It turns lights on, and heats up food, and, uh… keeps them comfy.”
>”It does make me comfy.” Kat agreed.“But it comes through the buildings. Through houses.”
>”You sure?” She asked, incredulously. >”They’ve got volts in ‘em.”“What?” You asked, now finding yourself on the ‘student’ end.
>”Humans got a charge.”>”Not much, but they use it.” Zeraora stated, stepping closer.>She looked you up and down. >Her sapphire eyes, coursing with power behind the glowing iris, brightened and dimmed.>”Yeah, see, you got some too!”“No.”
>”Yes.” Zoroark corrected you without missing a beat.>”E’rryone does”>”Maybe that’s why yer so skinny!” She added, lightly dragging her static claws up an arm.>She was thinner than you…“No, I don’t get it.” You repeated.
>You didn’t see it.>You saw things too.>Beautiful things nobody else had the gift to witness.>On that, you empathized. >Special sight would skew anyone’s thoughts.“Kat, people need machines to do what you can do. You know that, right?”
>”Oh, yeahyeahyeah!”>The zeraora nodded violently.>Far different from faking knowledge earlier.“Cars. They can’t run like we can.” You began with an example.
>”They got no claws.” She added, wiggling her own.“Right, yeah. They need tools instead.”
>Unwilling to explain just how effective some of those tools were, you moved to your point.“And that’s how they use electricity.”
>In a stroke of perfect timing, the men below pulled toolboxes from their truck.“They need tools to make light and warmth.”
>”Mmm…” 