Morning Jog (An On Going In Between)

[a magical taco]

Richard hurried behind Rebecca, his chest already burning again and his legs felt weak. Running was not something he imagined he was going to get use to anytime soon. When Rebecca stopped and turned to face him she and show his two mind went in opposite directions. Half his mind knew what she was trying to say and could agree with it on some level while the other half just thought she sounded foolish. 'Strength to be found in our differences' it just sounded like a bad fortune cookie.

He made sure to keep his face stoic, he did not want to insult her now, and he nodded his head. He was getting to tied to talk and decided to boost his physical abilities with magic, making himself more athletic and agile. He threw in a little euphoria just for fun. He also decided to merge his mind back to one. "I imagine our differences are what it's going to keep us alive as we move forward since our organizer doesn't feel the need to keep us in the know".