It was resonance, a remedy to the storm. And now, with Jian Ci clinging to him like this, it was undeniable. He was both an esper and a guide. He was a hybrid.
His father had told him he didn't need a guide. That he was his perfect killing machine. That he was the pinnacle of psychic engineering—an all powerful esper with no weakness.
To create such a perfect esper, one had to do experiments that will go against all the laws in espers and guide rights. Thus his father could only do such things underground with the backing of powerful people in the background.
He knew he was his father's only successful specimen. But he hadn't known this. He hadn't known he could guide. And not just anyone but Jian Ci.
It all made sense now. The way Jian Ci was drawn to him. The way he clung to him. The way he always wanted to do everything together. Those two nights, when Jian Ci had clung to him and kissed him, they weren't just moments of weakness. They were instinct, like psychic gravity.
