[He knows of that feeling of inadequacy, it fueled the jealousy and the pyres across Ravka. It lit the fuse that sparked the rebellion against everyone like him, until there was barely any of them left.

That very human desire to be more and refusing to bow to the limitations set by the Making.

Or, Clara was like Daisy.

Unreachable.]

I can't feel everyone here.

[A soothing tone to his voice, as he chews on another piece of the buttered roll. The taste of nothing and ash on his tongue, but he swallows it down with water.

He shrugs.]

I can't even amplify all of the ones who clearly have some kind of ability. [Did Kovacs have that?] I am not without flaws, even in my Small Science. You might one of the ones that I can't- touch like that.

[She had held fire in the palm of her hand, she was something.]

How did you loose sight?