Roman
Roman felt his cheeks heat up as he watched the short blond laugh. She laughed and laughed and laughed. It felt like it would never stop. It was at this moment he thought to himself that once violence enters the picture, people tend to be a lot more honest. Thats why deep down, underneath all the embarrassment, frustration and despair, there was a fire that was growing. No, it burned hotter, the hottest it had ever been in this moment.
"I... wanted to see the difference between us firsthand, why I am the pray...."
Her second question. It forced his eyes to widen. Folding his arms, he closed those widened eyes to think. When he opened them, his face darkened. Roman frowned, gritting his teeth. The eyebrows sitting atop his eyes furrowed as a passionate glare pierced those crimson eyes of hers. "This power.... I just want to be special, like every other person born with special circumstances, with special powers. Then I will crush the strong who so callously gazed at us weaklings like ants, starting with those who looked down on me."
Naturally that meant Valarie as well.