The mind was the source and the body, the tool and storage. Connor's explanation of the word reserve wasn't something strange to Kyrie.
At first glance of the word. He understood what it meant. The conditions tied to this energy reservoir intrigued more than the concept itself.
It wasn't just storage. It was a tool of segregation in itself. Something that most couldn't change or even hoped to. Something that either brands as superior or inferior even from birth.
"I, reiterate, a psion's reserve is a baseline decided from birth and it is the factor that determines one's class in this world."
His voice carried a sense of serenity that made the four walls of the auditorium easier to endure. However his words left ripple effects.
A Delta-class Vishian student on the left row stared at his hands, his eyes shaky. Behind him, a girl's smile faded. Near the front, two Alpha class exchanged glances—relief mixed with something. A sense of pride.
