A curse. [Now Maya's tone fell flat. Leaning back on her heels, she placed a palm on her exposed hip, covering up the blue network of tattoos. It was poor of her to judge the concept of magic, considering her abilities. But that could be explained away by a series of biological mutations and epigenetical factors and quirks that had enabled her to receive the gifts that she called her powers.]
[A curse just sounded so... disappointing as an explanation.]
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[A curse just sounded so... disappointing as an explanation.]
That... is a shame, then.