"What's so funny?" he asked, puzzled by my laughter.
"Come on, really? You think just because you have some powers, you get to kill others without consequences? What a joke," I scolded him.
But, if I'm being honest, my thinking was kinda messed up too. The only thing setting us apart? I'm overpowered.
"Okay, let's break down your logic here. If humans are so beneath you, why the need to stay in the shadows? Gifteds aren't exactly running the show. Torching one building doesn't scream superiority. A fighter jet loaded with napalm could pull off the same stunt," I mentioned casually, tapping my in the air finger to drive home the point.
At this point, I was just messing with him, aiming to stir up more irritation before making my final move.
His reaction was a mix of frustration and anger, evident in the squinting of his eyes. The flames around him flickered, as if mirroring the hatred burning within him.
