"Hmm, could be we've just had different experiences," Sevika wondered aloud. The feeling of being powerful lingered; the violence, the rush, that wild freedom, but images were a blur, fleeting sights, snippets of words. If Vander recalled everything in detail, that would certainly be different.

She nursed her drink for a moment, although she missed being unable to do that, and still drum another set of fingers against the table as she turned their conversation over in her mind. However, there was no arm of glass and metal to do her bidding, so she put it from her mind.

"I did try that version. I had to know."

Of course, she would. How could she not?

"I used it once and never again. That's how I knew it needed to be diluted. It was too much, too fast."