The two worked on the building together
Joyce providing the materials while Johnson moved swiftly from one position to another, fixing what needed to be done. A few minutes later, the scene shifted. Both of them were seated, sharing a meal.
Johnson's eyes brightened as he slurped the steaming noodles.
"Mmm… ahhh, these noodles are so delicious. The taste of the pasta on my tongue, the peppers, the carrots—everything blends perfectly. It's just too good," he said, savoring every bite.
Joyce smiled across the table, shaking her head.
"You really eat a lot, John. I'm glad you like it. Anyway, back to our discussion. I have this ability called Chrono Apportation." She sat opposite him, twirling pasta on her fork as she ate her share.
Johnson tilted his head, curious.
"What's that?" he asked while drinking from his cup.
Joyce leaned forward slightly, her tone calm but steady.
"It's an ability that allows me to teleport objects, people, or even beasts to a place I've already been. The effect only lasts for a limited time, depending on how long I intend them to remain there."
As she spoke, Joyce set her plate aside, loosening her hair. "I'm full. Do you still want more?" she asked, glancing at Johnson.
"Of course. I'm not letting food go to waste." Without hesitation, Johnson devoured the rest of the meal in one motion, swallowing as if his body were a bottomless pit. "So… you can teleport things, but only temporarily, right?" he asked again, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes," Joyce replied. "But what about your ability to resist poison? How did you learn to change toxins in your body into something that heals you?" Her brows furrowed as she studied his expression, unsettled by his evasive manner.
"It's complicated. Messed up, actually." Johnson turned his gaze aside, carrying the plates away before returning almost instantly. "The reason is…" His voice trailed off.
Joyce leaned closer, her tone gentle but insistent.
"Talk to me, Johnson. Remember, no secrets. I promise I won't tell a soul."
Johnson chuckled bitterly. "Ha. I bet you've got friends you'll definitely tell. Not that I care." He leaned back, closing his eyes.
Joyce didn't relent. "Then what about your mask? Why do you always keep it on?"
Johnson let out a heavy breath in his heart. "You really won't give up, will you?"
He stared at the ceiling, his chest heavy. "Well… it's a long story."