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“Anyway…my aura—you said you couldn’t read it....” she trailed off, trying to figure out how to explain that one. “Well, honestly, that doesn’t really surprise me, I’ve always had this thing to me where I seem to automatically reject any psychic’s attempts to read my mind, emotions, or see my aura. I kinda seem to block out all mental based abilities like that.”
Alistair gave her a quick nod, he knew all about it. He himself could block out others if he wanted too, but he had nothing to hide, and almost never had negative thoughts about anyone. He didn't feel like talking about the topic however, just mentioning that he could do that, or that he knew about those kinds of abilties might make him suspiscious. He wasn't afraid, there was actually nothing to hide, but he didn't want people making things up if something got out.

Not that they would, ofcourse. Most are just scared of him, plain scared. If someone is walking down the halls with him, the surrounding people would immediately start feeling pity for that person. But it didn't bother him, not anymore. Ofcourse, initially it started off as a big pain, but he was still a kid, he was always different. Deep inside he just wanted some friends, but in 'that' society, no one seemed to want to accept him, since he knew more than he was supposed to.

As he grew older though, he soon realised that he didn't even care about what people said or thought. He just wanted to learn to control that god damn ability that kept on popping up whenever it wasn't such a good moment. Like now, when instead of helping his new room mate, he phased out thinking about, what? One's unstable aura? Heck if he even cared, it didn't bother him.

“I think you’re a really nice guy, Alistair! I know, going off a few minutes here, but that’s my impression of you. Makes me glad to have you for a roommate, and it’s better than being stuck alone since I’d probably get all lonesome like that. No thanks....”

Wait, what did he just say? Was that some sort of... Friendship confession? He didn't even know what it felt like to have friends, it was.. Awkward. He stared blankly at Gabriel, not sure if he should reply or not.

It was a mix of feelings, and doubt in his head. Did Gabriel say that to make him feel well? Or is it the truth? He just stood there, silent. No emotion, no reaction, nothing. Then he smiled. A real smile, which was a rather new expression to see on Alistair's face.

"Thank you.."He muttered, there was something.. Soft in his tone, but it still seemed a little distant.