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Once he noticed another crossroads--some stairs, and the branches to more pitch black hallways--he stopped, releasing Tyler and putting his free hand against the wall. Good to know it was there, whether or not he was a little unsettled.
Whatever.
With a sense of vague urgency, Reid touched lightly at his core, running an inner finger along where he knew his Power was. Should be. Not enough to turn his eyes, but enough to give him the familiar feeling of expectancy, the build-up right before a Use. Like his magic was a dog eager for attention, just waiting for him to start playing with it. "Listen, just do something," he continued, not caring in the 'what' of it. "Turn your flashlight off, turn the floor tiles pink, set the building on fire. Who cares."