OGE POV...
I still remember the way his words fell, slow and deliberate, like stones dropped one after another into my chest, when my brother calmly asked—almost too calmly—whether I had ever tried cutting myself just to see if my body would heal on its own, and as unsettling as that question was.
It was nothing compared to what followed, because after he finished writing everything down with that focused expression of his, he began explaining each detail out loud, his voice steady as he walked me through my abilities and even his own, answering questions I hadn't yet found the courage to ask, until I realized that compared to him, my existence as a Banshee carried no grotesque distortion of the body, no outward curse, only a terrifying gift hidden beneath the surface.
