Well, that'll be another notch carved in his proton pack, then. Sooner or later Ray does that to nearly everybody he talks to. The eye-glaze thing, that is.
"It's stupid, I know," Ray says. "And no, it doesn't involve a girl. I'm set on that front. My best friend's developed psychic abilities that he doesn't know how to handle, and they've got him really uncomfortable, because he thinks they're unnatural and freakish. I'm glad he's finally starting to come to terms with them, but I keep wanting to slap him around until he comes to his senses- that, or shake him by the shoulders and tell him that if he doesn't want the ability to see spirits and 'read' people's emotions and sense impressions, then I'd be happy to take them. And there's the Jedi- you probably wouldn't know the term, but they're a type of spiritual warrior from stories from my childhood. I wanted to be one like you wouldn't believe when I was a kid, and I finally met them here, and one of their masters was kind enough to test me for their spiritual abilities today. I don't have any particular signs of any of their abilities- compared to the people they recruit for their Order, I'm as ordinary as they come."
"And even though I know perfectly well that I'm probably the luckiest man alive, and even though I know that right up until Peter broke out in those damn powers of his I was probably the happiest man in the bar, I still find myself feeling envious of him and people with gifts like that. It's possibly the most idiotic thing I've ever done that didn't actually involve setting someone on fire, and I can't help it- it just happens." He shakes his head. "I've been practicing my Sumerian writing for the past four hours by repeating the same phrase over and over again- the name of a legendary hero from my world who had no powers at all, only a quick mind and an excellently trained body. 'Batman has no powers. Batman has his brain.' Over and over again. Maybe if I repeat it often enough it'll get through my thick skull."
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"It's stupid, I know," Ray says. "And no, it doesn't involve a girl. I'm set on that front. My best friend's developed psychic abilities that he doesn't know how to handle, and they've got him really uncomfortable, because he thinks they're unnatural and freakish. I'm glad he's finally starting to come to terms with them, but I keep wanting to slap him around until he comes to his senses- that, or shake him by the shoulders and tell him that if he doesn't want the ability to see spirits and 'read' people's emotions and sense impressions, then I'd be happy to take them. And there's the Jedi- you probably wouldn't know the term, but they're a type of spiritual warrior from stories from my childhood. I wanted to be one like you wouldn't believe when I was a kid, and I finally met them here, and one of their masters was kind enough to test me for their spiritual abilities today. I don't have any particular signs of any of their abilities- compared to the people they recruit for their Order, I'm as ordinary as they come."
"And even though I know perfectly well that I'm probably the luckiest man alive, and even though I know that right up until Peter broke out in those damn powers of his I was probably the happiest man in the bar, I still find myself feeling envious of him and people with gifts like that. It's possibly the most idiotic thing I've ever done that didn't actually involve setting someone on fire, and I can't help it- it just happens." He shakes his head. "I've been practicing my Sumerian writing for the past four hours by repeating the same phrase over and over again- the name of a legendary hero from my world who had no powers at all, only a quick mind and an excellently trained body. 'Batman has no powers. Batman has his brain.' Over and over again. Maybe if I repeat it often enough it'll get through my thick skull."