Something fractured within him. Why am I affected by this? he pondered. I’ve seen enough streets paved with starving children and beggars with limbs ripped off by street samurai or gang kids who did it for the sheer sadistic pleasure. I’ve been places so polluted it takes round-the-clock work just to keep 'em from spontaneously exploding into flame. I’ve worked for people who I know damn well dump filth and effluent by the gigaliter. She must have done something to me with that healing. How does her Power flow? What has it done to me?