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Looking down at the people below him, Blake felt that now familiar tugging in his chest. Was he destined to be a part of this Circus of Souls? Blake never was one for all that destiny and fate stuff...but what was he feeling, then? Why did being inside this tent give him a sensation he'd never experienced? Maybe it was the love that knit this mismatched, circus family together. Growing up in a gang, he never saw love in action. He observed a sort of loyalty, and the gang members had a jacked up code of honor...but never love. It was strange to be in the presence of people who truly cared for each other.

Blake was brought back down to Earth, as Terra spoke to him. She performed the task, which seemed simple enough. He observed her every move, and when she finished, tried it on his own. His and hers looked to be identical. "Yeah, I can handle it." He replied, running a hand through his shaggy, brown hair. He felt, more than saw, Terra's gaze on him. He shuffled his feet a bit, to make it seem like he was nervous. It would probably make her feel more comfortable, and in control of the situation. It was almost like his superpower; Blake could adapt his personality and movements to better please the other person. It was a higher form of manipulation, though Blake didn't really use it that way. Most of the time.