Exile ran over in his head what to do while he showered and took his armour from the wardrobe. As he was pulling up his trousers, he couldn't see why he shouldn't tell the rest of the team, after all, they were comrades right? But as he pulled his arms through the sleeves of his top, he began to think about how they might be jealous or scared that he could just develop a new power overnight.
He looks at himself in the mirror and looks into the reflection of his two blue eyes, deciding it might be best to talk to Blitz, afterall he might be a weird boy, but he was the one Exile was most familiar with and Blitz being the least loyal and biggest tattle tail of the group, if nothing else would be good for gauging the reaction of the rest of the group, after all if Blitz didn't mind it, then the rest of the group surely wouldn't would they?
He turns off the light in his room and closes the door behind him before heading down the hall to Blitz's room. Along the way...
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