With a fresh hallway all to themselves, Ibai kept his shadow out to swarm around Reever. He didn’t use it to actually hold him down, knowing Reever could probably tear right through it. Instead, he used it only for intimidation--a cluster of brown spears all pointed at Reever’s head.
“I’m gonna need you to release your power now,” said Ibai. “Let only the two of us remain invisible.”
“Er--I’m really not supposed to do that.”
Ibai pushed the spears closer. “Please? I’d like to talk to you, but you need to do that first. Privacy, you see.”
“Aha. Okay. Fine.” Reever waved a hand. “Done.”
Ibai used another teleport to check the man’s work. Indeed, he was able to see the souls of the Abolishers suspended in the ethereal void above them now. In a new room again, Ibai relaxed his shadow somewhat. “Thank you.”
Reever shifted slightly, still held fast with Ibai’s arm, but didn’t struggle any more than that. “Would you mind letting me go now?”
“In a minute. Ask me a question.”
“What?”
“Ask me a question,” Ibai repeated. “I’m sure you have one in mind. A very pressing one, hmm? Go on. Ask away.”
Reever took a moment. “What’s your favorite color?”
Ibai brought the spears back, closer than ever before now, making Reever tense up. “Come on,” said Ibai. “That’s not the one.”
“Why are you doing this?” Reever asked.
“There you go. That’s the right question.” He pulled the spears back another time. “I’m doing this because your time in Abolish has clearly caused you to forget what being an aberration is all about. Assuming they even let you learn it in the first place.”
“What are you talking about?” said Reever.
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