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John didn't smile. Not yet. He just stared at his hand, rainwater dripping from his fingers.
Fizz's voice softened. "Most people get flame spells, or wind bursts. You get gravity. You're not just burning enemies. You're folding reality. That kind of magic? It doesn't play fair."
John closed his hand slowly. "Good."
Fizz floated to his shoulder. "But I'll be honest, boss. This power… it'll change how people see you. If they find out, they'll either try to worship you or kill you."
"I'm not planning to tell anyone."
"Smart. Except me, of course. I'm your legally bonded emotional damage healer sidekick. You can't get rid of me."
John gave a faint snort. "Sadly."
Fizz poked his head. "Tell me you love me."
John stood, stretching his shoulders. "The last particle. Where is it?"
