Fifteen attempts. Fifteen! I’m appalled at myself. Sure I managed to project some emotions to him in the end, but not enough to completely replace the anguish.
I’m in bed staring at my ceiling wondering how I’m ever going to learn to have full control over my abilities. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to do.
Kalian had decided that we’d made good progress once he was able to feel my emotions. It felt like a weak win to me. I’d hoped to be good at this. Not sure why I figured it would be any different to anything else in my life.
I don’t make any attempt to eliminate or focus my thoughts before falling asleep.
I’m stood in the forest of Eytherfel. I spot three identical boys are playing piggy-in-the-middle.