[Giovanni's abilities-- they're quite something. Built for speed and strength and endurance, to survive where all others would be left a crumpled bleeding heap, he can leap from buildings, move faster than any normal person could, punch through the human body with relative ease, heal from almost any injury.
But when Edward starts moving it's something else, motion so swift it can barely be discerned, catching pods as they fly through the air where Giovanni, should he have tried something similar, would have ended up crushed beneath the terrific weight of them. Abilities that far outstrip him at every turn.
And so there's jealousy there, and wonder, and again the thoughts that lead him to consider what Mother would do if she could get her six-fingered hands on something like him, what she could make of such abilities. Things he doesn't want to consider, because it would leave him in the dust.
Such thoughts, they're quick and fleeting things as he busies himself with ripping the heat-welded doors off fallen pods and carrying their occupants to safety, but he's taken note. Curiosity mildly piqued.
looks like a good place!
But when Edward starts moving it's something else, motion so swift it can barely be discerned, catching pods as they fly through the air where Giovanni, should he have tried something similar, would have ended up crushed beneath the terrific weight of them. Abilities that far outstrip him at every turn.
And so there's jealousy there, and wonder, and again the thoughts that lead him to consider what Mother would do if she could get her six-fingered hands on something like him, what she could make of such abilities. Things he doesn't want to consider, because it would leave him in the dust.
Such thoughts, they're quick and fleeting things as he busies himself with ripping the heat-welded doors off fallen pods and carrying their occupants to safety, but he's taken note. Curiosity mildly piqued.
One to watch. He'll be keeping an eye on you.]