“You asked, now you know,” I said. “We won’t let it get that far.”

“How far does it get, worst case?” Precipice asked.

“Surgery,” I said. “To stop the cycle. Get everything out of your system. But she doesn’t like taking things that far so she holds back, I think. Authorities came after her in her apartment at one point and one guy got it bad. She got away because people were trying to help him.”

“Fuck me,” Precipice said.

“Absolument,” Chastity added.

“I’m a little scared now, not going to lie,” Candy said.

“We’ll stay clear,” I said.

“We’re close to the house,” Precipice said. He pointed.

He paused, after pointing, then created a blade of silvery light.

“Problem?”

“No,” he said. “Just realizing I’m an idiot. Just realized my blades shed more light than my phone.”

“Not idiotic,” I said. “There’s always a learning curve. And you’ve got more powers to figure out than most.”

Precipice led the way, venturing down a side-tunnel with a much steeper incline. There was no water or ice on the underside of the tunnel, which was a nice upside, but I did have to position myself to keep others from sliding or falling.

Precipice checked his phone, then looked back at me, his blade a hair away from the wall.

Quiet, I asked, “Chastity, can your body sense detect people?”

“Not much further away from arm’s reach,” Chastity whispered.

“Okay,” I said. “Candy, the lie sense, that doesn’t have any application here, figuring out if anyone’s above us?”

Candy snorted.

“She doesn’t have a lie sense,” Chastity said. “She has a hallucination power. We went over our powers.”

“I just called you a liar,” Candy said, gleefully. “You seemed a bit hesitant so I tried it, and it totally worked.”

Aroa put out a hand and Candy slapped it in a little high five.

I clenched a fist.

“Roll with it,” Foil said. “You won’t win, it’s not worth the fight. You can’t discipline them, you just… guide.”

Chastity was nodding, even though she was one of them.

“You got me,” I said.

“Yep,” Candy said.

“Emotion powers usually have some feedback aspect to them, or emotion reading.”

“Often,” she said. “Not me.”

“Okay. Because you said yours was emotionally charged hallucinations, if I remember right.”

“I have a certain amount of juice that refills over time. I can push it into people… can’t dodge it, can’t stop it. Makes you see, hear, feel, taste what you like most in the world, except it maps to everything. Makes you sick of it, really fast. If I push in a lot of juice then it’s a lot of seeing things and hearing things, tasting things and feeling things, and it takes forever to go away. By the time it does, you’ll never go back to liking that thing.”