This soul had just awakened. Bruce had no idea how the soul would react to his presence but from the easy way he sat there, from the openness of the gesture, from the fact that he was not hiding his pleasure even though a stranger had walked up on him — Bruce could tell something else about him.
He was the kind of person who showed what he felt. The kind that did not bother with masks. That was a temperament, and it was a useful one to find.
If the young man was like that, then there was a chance Bruce could get information.
Bruce stopped a few paces out. He did not have time to be careful. The drain was still working on him and he could feel his edges going thinner by the second.
"How did you do it?" he said.
The young man, who had clearly noticed Bruce's approach long before Bruce stopped walking, turned his head and looked at him properly for the first time.
"Huh?"
"I said how did you do it."
There was a pause.
