"Because I don't deserve it. I don't deserve to wield my own element!" The words escaped Feng's lips in the form of a guttural scream that came from the deepest depths of her soul.
Then, ripples moved.
The liquid version of herself, thus far mocking and cruel, slowly knelt down beside her collapsed body.
Its movements were delicate now, eerily gentle. A hand made of glistening blue water reached out, patting Feng's head softly.
Then her voice suddenly transformed.
"Good girl."
The tone was far too smug, lazy, and condescending. She'd heard this tone a hundred times already.
Quinlan's.
Feng's eyes shot open. A chill ran down her spine.
"Don't you dare call me that, creature!" she hissed, swatting the hand away.
She followed it up by getting to her feet and jumping back to create space. The oriental teen's face was twisted in fury. "And stop imitating my or Quin's voices!"
The watery reflection smiled, infuriating Feng even further. "But I am you."
