I hold back constantly, all the time, in every moment, and that means I am also holding back my defenses.
Even something that would not have drawn blood from me when I was just a normal god-touched individual would now definitely cut me in two now.
My body is not as tough when I am not actively channeling my power. My reflexes are not as sharp.
My regeneration feels like it's sometimes slower.
My danger bells are dulled too.
Or, more accurately, they have not been working at all.
They have been silent for days now, completely absent, as if my brain has simply given up on alerting me to threats because it has become so convinced that there are none.
I almost made Sara splatter the other day.
The low sense that I probably will not die no matter what I do has made me careless.
And I forgot that Sara was not like that.
Argh, I have got to get my act together.
Nevertheless, I have left the murderous young lady called Nyx to the others to look after.
