The dinner was brief.
Kyrie had his hand raised, his palm spread open, and with a thought, fire bloomed.
Bright orange flames stretched across his fingers.
They bent to his intent like an extension of his will.
Negan watched in silence, his electric blue eyes assessing everything even as he ate.
He'd seen Kyrie fight multiple times, he'd seen him survive the impossible—but he'd never witnessed this.
This was new. The fire was raw and undeniable proof.
The boy was indeed an Omni-type.
This realization settled on Negan. The boy wasn't just raw power like him.
He was balanced, fire for destruction, emotion sensing for understanding and telekinesis for control.
Negan had planned to free Kyrie from the burden of these abilities.
He had begun planning with Leonel to send the boy somewhere safe, somewhere new, let him start fresh as normal as possible.
