Telekinesis, and most of my other psychic powers, weren’t just good for killing things. That was something I o hammer into my thick skull.

  Just floating in our room, swimming through the air like a fish was making me giddy. I held down my giggles though, Selene was sleeping, so I had to be quiet. I debated cuddling with her today too, but just seeing how she crashed into the bed right after stumbling out of the bath, I decided to just let her have some peaceful rest.

  This pushed our foreshadowed versation to the m which was quickly approag. In the meantime, I just pyed around. Most of my brain power was relegated to helping out my mind cores in deciphering the slew of new geic temptes I had with a primary focus on the Swarmlord’s.

  That fucker was unnecessarily plicated in its makeup, so despite w on it food while, the pertage barely crawled up to 0.1%. I’d o do something to speed that up once we were done here, maybe just spawning a bioship’s worth of brains and a week relegated to just this would do, maybe not.

  Speaking of iing applications of my powers. What else could I do that I hought about? My imagination was so damned limited, I only thought about replig stupid anime movies. Could I split atoms with telekinesis?

  I squi a sie of dust floating through the air and grasped it in my psychic cws. I tried pushing further in and feeling out molecules and atoms with my aura, but I barely got down to the molecur level.

  That could still be useful. I mean, my bck fmes basically ate away the potential energy that was stored in molecur bonds, so in a way, I was already making use of this. Though, I couldn’t think of a non-bat application for this thing.

  I thought about biomanext. What was biomancy, really? Was it just influeng biological funs? Maniputing living matter? Or even straight up trolling vitality?

  In a way, I could do all the above, but only the first ohrough biomancy. I never really did anything with biomancy that wouldn’t have been possible to dh some teology.

  I boosted self-healing, maybe added a bit eion and some de-aging, but all those are things Mankind could do with weird sci-fi teobabble bullshit already. What made biomancy more than that?

  Are the different schools of psionics even anything more than arbitrary designations humans came up with to describe something they couldn’t uand? That was deep, a bit too deep for my reduced mental capacities. Smooth brain time. Anyway, Biomancy so far was able to replicate things my body could already do, or add some enhas.

  Could I just … ge my body with it? Without using my eldritch shape shifting thingy? It’s not even shapeshifting, more like flesh morphing … yeah.

  Back to experimentation. I raised my palm, pointing my index finger upwards and stared at it. Soul energy flowed into it, and I wanted it to ge. I a to pull up the iron in my blood and turn the finger into iron.

  I hissed, quickly shutting my mouth not to wake Selene as my blood-vessels burst and the iron inside ulled to the surfay skin and coated it in a film of metal. That wasly what I was going for.

  I shook my hand, shaking off the faulty finger and regrowing it as I reabsorbed the evideny failed experiment. A clearer mental image was what I tried , I didn’t imagine iron from my blood going into my skin, only my skin being iron.

  Then I pushed that image into being with the soul energy ag as the agent of my will.

  The first thing I did after Seleo bed was remaking my Soulbone skeleton. It was really a game ger when it came to my psychic powers, so even waiting this long was a bit of an oopsie. No matter, I lived, and so did Selene.

  I wonder how the other two are doing. I thought, but quickly disregarded it with a shrug. I could feel Val still pulling on my Puddle for power and the joy radiating from his soul so there was little to worry about with him and Zedev was … reliable?

  He was by far the one who I had to worry the least about. If he had a problem, he could have notified me, anyway. I still had one of my tendrils in him so our telepathik was stable even with him being a coghead and a non-psyker.

  Meanwhile, I watched my skin turallic with a grin. It only took a few seds for the transformation to plete, and this time, there was no apanying pain.

  My grin quickly disappeared when I tried to move my finger, and it refused to budge. It was like I had a cast of solid iron around the digit.

  “Fuck.” I murmured, waving the finger around and trying to bend it with my other hand. Okay, abort.

  I reabsorbed the finger and to my disappoi, the iron skin just dropped to the floor, my powers not being able to turn it bato bio-energy. Well, it wasn’t made with bio-energy in the first pce so that isn’t much of a problem.

  Going bato experimenting, I was about ten iron fingers richer by the time I mao make the damhing work.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Nothing.” I hid my metallic arm behind my bad kicked the dozen iron fingers uhe couch as I turo a sleepy Seleanding in the door to the bedroom. She was staring at me, a curious twinkle in her eyes, but I could tell that getting some food and the shitty dystopian equivalent of a coffee won out.

  “Okay.” She drawled, shaking her head as she walked over to fish out some of the dry rations they left in the room. Then she slumped down on the coud returned her gaze onto me. “Soooo, what have you got in your hand?”

  “Nothing.” I smiled.

  “Right.” She looked at me dubiously. “Why are you floating?”

  “Cause it's fun.” I said as I stepped down from the air. “Have you been practising flying?”

  “Yes.” She averted her eyes.

  “I could give you some wings, you know. Not the ugly oyranids have, but a nice feathery one. You wouldn’t have to worry about learning how to fly with Telekinesis that way.”

  “I-” She looked thoughtful. “No. … Not yet. I want to do it myself.”

  “Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. I was just testing the waters really, expeg her to ht dismiss the idea of getting some bio-mods — ‘biological modifications’. “Anyway, check this out!”

  I revealed my hand to her, and she just stared at it, more fused than anything.

  “Why is your arm made of metal?” She asked.

  “I mean.” I tilted my head. “Because it’s strohan skin? And it’s cooler?”

  “I doubt it beats the armour.”

  I raised my finger in protest, mouth opening to retort, but … “You are right.” Still! “That doesn’t mean it’s not cool! Plus, I did this without those flesh morphing powers! This is pure Biomancy!”

  “I see.” said Seleh a smile tugging at her lips. “grats? It does look ‘cool’.”

  “Right?” I flopped doily ng over at the thing she was nibbling on. “What’s that?”

  “This?” She raised the thing that looked sort of like a fihick sausage, but with the texture of a cracker. “I don’t know, but one of these keeps an Astartes going for a week.”

  “ I get a bit?” I asked, and she obliged, snapping off a bite sized part of the cracker sausage. “Thanks.”

  She watched curiously as I popped the thing in my mouth and bit down on it. I coughed, trying to force the bites down my throat, but it felt like I had a fistful of sand ihat stuy mouth and dried me out faster than being thrown into a star.

  I absorbed it after a few seds of struggling to swallow the thing and gave only a quice at the list of materials I detected in the substance.

  “That’s not food.” I said.

  “It is though.” She said as she bit down on it again and I think I could hear her teeth crag on the damhing. “It’s nutritious and barely takes up any space.”

  “Weren’t you a noble or something? How you eat that thing?”

  “I was.” She drawled, looking down at the cracker weirdly. Then she just shrugged.

  I o get my hands on some edible pnts and some cattle. I go off of only bio-energy, but some actual food would be times. Unfortunately, Tyranid meat wasn’t really the type you turned into steaks and the only pnts I had were either radioactive or just glowing mosses.

  I could have reverse engineered something out of the cracker, but there was nothing that even mildly felt like a pnt in that thing. Nor was there a in it. I didn’t know what some of the stuff in it was, but it was enough to let me know it was basically some sort of artificial food supplement.

  Well, not really a supplement when you don’t o eat actual food along with it.

  “Stop that!” I called out as she was about to flick a white pill into her mouth. “What’s that thing?”

  “Want one of these too?” She asked, holding out the pill in her hand. “These are good for waking you up quickly.”

  “Let me see.” I just absorbed the pill this time as I analysed its tents. “You take this thing every m?”

  “Not every m.” She shrugged again, a bit fused at the gre I was giving the rest of the pills on the small table in front of us. “Just when I’m tired.”

  “You could just use some bio-energy you know, that’d wake you up much better than this thing.” And that doesn’t have like 4 types s and enough caffeio kill an elephant in it.

  “Wouldn’t that be a waste?”

  “Would you do it if I asked you?” I turo her pleadingly. I could heal her body, but drugs couldn’t be good for her. “Would you stop taking this thing?”

  “If you tell me why?” She was more fused thaant. “What’s s with these pills?”

  “Well.” How do I expin that ‘drugs are bad’ to someone who grew up in this shitty gaxy, where turning other humans into ed food was not only accepted, but a state trolled process. “You know what drugs are, right?”

  “Yes?”

  “Well, there are 5 different types of them in that pill, along with enough caffeio kill a child.”

  “Really?” She gave an ied go the pills. “I’ve been taking that thing for years though, and I never felt it all that much. It just gave me that kick I needed in the m.”

  “You get that same kick from just a bit of bio-energy.” I rubbed my face at her unprehending look. “Look, would you do it for me? If not for you?”

  “If you really think it’s that important,” she gave me a nguid smile. “Sure, why not?”

  “Thank You.” I smiled at her. “This is how you do it.”

  I touched her hand a a tiny droplet of energy into her body, it raced up to her spine and up into the base of her neck where it exploded into a myriad tiny motes that transmitted themselves along her neural work.

  She shuddered, then blinked ond twice.

  “How is it?” I asked.

  “Yeah, that works.” She said, basically vibrating. “Thanks!”

  “You are wele.” I said. “Thanks for listening to me.”

  “Speaking of!” She stared at me seriously. “We have nothing to dht nht?”

  “Nothing urgent, or anything that ’t be pushed back.”

  “Well.” She took a breath, calming herself before she tinued. “I have noticed something that I wao talk to you about, so I’d appreciate it if you listeo me this time.”

  “Is this what you were talking about yesterday?” I raised an eyebrow. “That ‘something serious’? You certainly know how to make a girl nervous, you know that right?”

  “Sorry.” She grimaced. “That wasn’t my iion.”

  “I know.” I gave her an uanding smile. “So what is it?”

  “I’ve been thinking about what you’d told me, when you … you know.”

  “Yeah?” I nodded.

  “So, with that in mind, I’d like to ask you whether you still want to keep that … morality of yours as it was?”

  “Of course.” I frowned. “What would be the point of being alive if I became ayranid Hive Mind? There is no enjoyment to be had as an endlessly hungry eldritbsp;thing.”

  “Okay.” She nodded gently, lookiraight in the eye despite the nervousness clear in her expression. “I think you are losing that. I don’t know why, but with every day, you are being more and more detached. You were doier right after that Ne kidnapped you, but once you remade this body, you were back to being almost emotionless.”

  “That ’t be right.” I frowhinking through the st few days. “I’m pretty sure I showed plenty of emotion when I was with you.”

  “You did.” She said, disappointingly not blushing at my remark. “But only then, never with anyone else. You only showed empathy for me and to nobody else. Everything you did seemed to be based more on cold logic than anything else.”

  “I was trying to be less spontaneous.” I said defensively, trying to think of anything that could prove her wrong. Was I really spiralling back again? What did I d? Why? Was fate pying trie? Was I destio bee a mindless monster despite everything I was trying? Despite trying to be better?

  “And that’s good.” She pced a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it gently. “Being thoughtful and thinking about all of your options is good, but I feel like you were starting to entirely disregard life that wasn’t me or the other two.”

  “That-” I grimaced, her words ringing true. “Why?” Why? Why was even just ag normal so hard? Couldn’t I just live my sed life peacefully? Wasn’t it enough that I was dropped into the shittiest setting imaginable, but I also had to stantly worry about my entire self turning into something that was just not me?

  I thought I was doing good; I was g for someone now. Shouldn’t that have been enough?

  A life as a failure, a death as a failure, and eveh rejected me at the end. Then I was dragged here, shoved into a body so alien it could be the vilin of a horror movie.

  I thought this was my sed ce, to be someone more, someohat mattered. Striving for that, I almost fot that there wasn’t such a thing as ‘free power’ in this gaxy.

  It was trying to twist me every step of the way, relentlessly w to pull me down into the abyss of its madness and I even pyed into it. Naming myself ‘Ea’ the Mother of Monsters.

  “Hey.” Selene said hardly, snappi of my brooding. “Calm down, you fix this. We fix this. “

  I didn’t even notice there were tears running down my cheeks. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Why did I start spiralling? I was doing so well just a few weeks ago.

  “Wait.” I opened my eyes and turned my gaze on Selene. She looked at me with eyes crested in worry. “You said I was doier … ba the cultist cave? When I had that base human body?”

  “That was what it was?” She asked. “Yes, at least it felt that way to me.”

  So this form does something to me. Something that is … not dampening my emotions, I have plenty of those, but my empathy.

  [Notice: Geic sequences have been found in the Aeldari samples that lock down any form of empathy felt towards those they view as lesser than them while enhang their sadistidehese sequences have been used in the ‘Psyker Form’ as they proved to be useful for enhang the overall psychiductivity of the body.]

  “Fug hell.” I swore. “ime tell me about the side effebsp;before I start using something!”

  [The knowledge has been transferred into the main memory segment. You have had access to it.]

  Fubsp;I released a trembling sigh. So I’m just a moron, that’s it? “Alright. I think I have a way to alleviate this, if not fix it ht. I don’t know how much I fucked myself over with this already.”

  “So?” Selene asked. “What is it?”

  “I was using an Eldar body as the base for this.” I motioned down at myself. “And as it turns out, those fuckwits are geically wired to be sadistid to feel barely ahy towards those they sider ‘lesser’.”

  “Oh,” she said. “And you fix that?”

  “I hope so.” I took most of my mind cores off of their current task, and assighem te the parts from all of my forms that I needed go wouldn’t be that simple though, I relied on the Eldar psychology to enhance my waniions, so that part had to stay. “The worst thing that could happen is me just going back to using a simple human body.”

  “Okay.” Seleed, tension I hadn't noticed draining out of her. “Good. I was … worried.”

  “Sorry for w you.” I grimaced in shame. I was supposed to make her worry less. What sort of partner was I?

  “I’m just gd it turned out well.” She smiled, a genuine, brilliant smile that pulled on my heartstrings.

  “So am I,” I murmured. “So am I.”

  This ’t happen again. Never again.

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