Just Why?

[Nox]

Nox finished the last bit of his omelet and put the dishes in the dishwasher before he turned back to Claude. "Well first of all you need to accept that you can channel. That you are a godling. You aren't going to change it, so you might as well say it. You can try all you want, but if you think it's wrong, or avoid it, it's only going to get worse." Nox thought about Raffe. Thought about why he didn't want to touch the power. Sadness passed over his face but Nox pushed it away. Raffe was gone now. Not part of his life -- he wanted none of it so he needed to let it go. It was still difficult, but he let it go.

"I grew up hating what I am now. Killed a few in my early days before I was what I am now. I know what you feel. But you are what we were taught to hate. You gotta get over it."

Nox stood up and nodded towards to stairs down. "Come with me." Nox didn't wait to see if followed. He either wanted to live or he would die. It was his choice.

Nox took the stairs down to the lobby and then around the elevator to the stairs back down to the basement. He didn't need to punch the entry code, Sky had already unlocked it before they got close. The lights to the basement stairs flicked on as he walked down and the dojo lights turned on shortly there after. "Anxiety and protectivness are often things that get in the way. Sometimes you need to find that place you used then to get to the power.

Nox walked into the center of the dojo, the ball throwing machines were all powered off. The kids were out of the house for the most part -- at least Arabella was. Though he wouldn't mind a few random balls being thrown at him, it would be nice to get back into his regular routine of things.

Nox reached through the slime and pulled upon the power. It raged through him. "It takes practice and you have to control it. You can't just think about it, you have to do it. It's not easy. It's like trying to swim against a raging river. Or to walk in hurricane force winds. It's your will agains it. You have to beleive you can do it, or you'll keep missing it." Nox moved in one smooth martial motion, arms sweeping wide, legs going low and one out and the aurora borealis fluttered along the walls of the dojo. "It's percision, and grace, but inside I'm fighting a storm."