“You know I’d never forgive you if you jumped,” Nathan said, attempting to sound nonchalant, though he doubted he pulled it off well.
Jim didn’t turn, not even when Nathan came up to lean against the railing beside him. They were facing the slowly rising sun, painting the sky in hues of pink.
“Jim?”
“Do you know what I always remember most about Alex?”
Nathan faltered, surprised that Jim would bring up Alex on his own. “Uh...no. What do you remember?”
“I remember that she was the only one who was ever excited that I was a changeling. She wasn’t scared, or wary, or just tolerant like everybody else, she thought it was...cool. She thought that one day I could use my powers to be...some kind of superhero.” Jim smiled, but Nathan caught a glimmer of a tear streak down his cheek. “I don’t want them to take you, Nathan. I don’t want them to have claim over any of us. But lately I’ve been wondering…even with my powers…if I’ll be able to save you at all.”