"This whole thing is weird, isn't it?" Zetta said, more to herself than to the others. She'd pulled off the gloves she had put on her hands sometime earlier and was staring at the exposed skin of her hands. Faint scars crisscrossed the pads of her fingers and her palms, remnants of the times she'd touched crosses or other holy symbols when she was younger. They got fainter with each passing year, but Zetta doubted they'd ever go away.
There was an angry red welt in the shape of a cross on the top of her left wrist, thanks to one of Rin's lackeys back at the warehouse. Zetta pulled her gloves back on, sighing in exasperation. As if I didn't have enough scars already. Damn, and this one looks like it'll take a while to heal itself.
Zetta looked back up then and blinked in surprise. While Blackrose sat with a far-away look in her eyes, Lily and Gabriel were looking expectantly at herself. Belatedly, Zetta remembered that she'd said something aloud and they were waiting for her to finish. "Well, I mean... We know what Rin's doing--sort of--and of course her plan involves her coming into contact with other, ah, people with powers. Or whatever."
Zetta paused to cast a wary glance around the diner, and she continued when she was satisfied nobody else was listening in. "It just seems like we're all being drawn together in a way. Before today, the only non-normal people I'd ever known personally was the gang I used to run with several years back. Then, Lily and I met--completely coincidental, too--crazy stuff started happening, we had our first meeting with Rin, and it seems like we just keep meeting more and more of you guys." She stopped talking, feeling awkward about babbling on about it. With a tiny shrug to end her point, Zetta dropped her gaze back down to her hands and drummed her fingers lightly on the table.
