Just as the argument grew more heated, a voice thick with tears yet exceptionally resolute rose up and interrupted them:
"Stop arguing!"
Everyone looked over to see Jesse wipe away his tears, straighten his small back, and walk up to Wu Heng.
He lifted his head, his large blue eyes filled with a resolve and sorrow far beyond his years.
"Mr. Lohr," Jesse said, his voice still trembling, though every word was crystal clear, "I don't want this power anymore."
Everyone froze.
Jesse continued, "It's brought nothing but trouble and pain."
"Teacher Amber died, Mom and Dad were taken away, and Uncle Dean was almost hurt because of me. If I didn't have it, I'd just be an ordinary kid. Mom and Dad wouldn't have gotten into trouble. I'd rather be an ordinary person who can't do anything than have this ability that only brings disaster!"
He looked at Wu Heng, his eyes filled with utter surrender and pleading. "Please, Mr. Lohr. You're the president of the Demon Hunter Guild. You know more than anyone. If there's a way, please help me take it away."
"I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me."
The safe room fell silent. Dean opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to find himself speechless.
Sam and Castiel also fell quiet. They understood Jesse's pain, but could a power like this really be abandoned just because someone wanted to give it up?
Wu Heng lowered his gaze to Jesse, his eyes deep as though they could see into the depths of his soul. Disappointment and sadness gradually surfaced in Jesse's eyes.
After a long while, Wu Heng finally spoke slowly. "It is not impossible to strip away this power."
Hope instantly flared in Jesse's eyes.
"However," Wu Heng shifted gears, his tone