Gemotions

The sterile examination room felt cold, but something within Silas was burning hot. The doctor, a young man who looked too fresh out of medical school to be believable, had just finished explaining the situation. An exceedingly rare genetic quirk. Silas was not one of those run-of-the-mill types.

He was sitting next to the other person, a small, quiet individual. Silas found himself subtly straightening his posture. The other person’s voice was soft, describing their symptoms. Silas’s gaze flickered around the room.

He spoke, his voice smooth and controlled, “How fascinating to find such parallels. Almost… preordained, wouldn’t you say?”