"That's how it was. I don't know why it turned out like this."
At the Burger Joint across from the hospital, Jessica wiped away her tears and told Hawking about her situation in detail.
When all was said and done, she was still just a high school student. Her entire family had died in a car accident—how could she possibly accept that?
She had been suppressing her emotions these past few days, which was why she had broken down and tried to end it all through suicide. Now that she had someone like Hawking to confide in, her emotions were suddenly released, and she could no longer stop the tears.
"Jessica, this was just an accident. You can't blame yourself."
Hawking comforted her first, then explained:
"I think your ability to float and your suddenly increased strength were probably caused by some sort of reaction between your body and those military chemical agents.
This kind of situation isn't actually that unusual, so you don't need to worry.
As long as you take the time to adapt, you'll be able to master your special abilities."
"I don't want these abilities. I only want them to come back to me, or for me to go to them."
Jessica wiped away her tears and spoke in a daze.
Hawking immediately turned serious.
"Jessica, the dead can't be brought back to life. Those who are alive still need to keep living. I think you can use your abilities to help people who need help, so tragedies like this won't happen again.
Think about it. If there had been someone like you nearby when your accident happened, and she had been willing to help, then the tragedy wouldn't have happened."
"But can I really do it?"
Jessica's body stiffened at Hawking's words.
Maybe God had