[ he moves hesitatingly even as he follows her. he doesn't want to have this conversation in front of the others — but what does it matter, knowing what they know of him? they're not blind — nor at all, but. the contradiction of his feelings; he hates channeling, and he's hungry for help understanding channeling. he can still feel the echoes of the one power fizzling through his veins, awful and poisoned and wondrous beyond measure; and that's what decides him. ]

Yes, [ he says, slowly. then shakes his head slightly, considering how to explain. ] It was just — strange things that started to happen around me.

[ a goddamned understatement, if ever there was one. ]

Breaking a door that should've been unbreakable. A chance lightning strike when we were in danger. [ a burst of energy when a trolloc lunged for him and egwene. ] That kind of thing.