Zane Julian
But inside, you're just a little baby, oh.
It's okay to say you've got a weak spot
You don't always have to be on top
Better to be hated than loved, loved, loved for what you're not
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Zane laid on the ground, alone and his blue eyes closed. He had figured out his "Power" ish. He didn't like to call it a power. It made him feel like he had some special thing. He wanted to think of it as an ability. Not some sort of magical hoo ha.
He figured that his ability worked on thoughts. He thought of uncovering something long lost, like a missing work of art from a great historical figure, or a cherished item you had lost.
The item, for him, was His own memories.
Sure, it filled him with grief when he watched his memories, smiling and laughing with Julian. He was mostly knitpicking through his memories now, looking at details and small things.
Sometimes he would watch him and Julian toss a ball, and he would notice his leg was two inches off or kinked.
Nevertheless, he would watch, and Zane opened his eyes, standing and brushing himself off, with a tiny smile on his maw.
[font=georgia][color=white]You've been hanging with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and you never trusted
I'm vulnerable, I'm vulnerable
I am not a robot
