Mykel smirked internally at his compliments seeming to work; not just because it meant he was a little closer to getting a blood sample, but because he felt magnetized to Sunset. Not some boy-meets-girl fantasy, but he could feel the weight of destiny. There was something about her mutation, there was some key there. Almost all that he'd met considered their mutation a terrible curse, the worst thing that has happened to them, but aside from Sunset being inexplicably shunned for it, she didn't seem too distraught. With time, she may come to enjoy her ability. She began holding the glow, the same soft red light as before. Mykel had to learn the extent of her control.<br/>"Now, I'm not asking you to<span style="font-style: italic">go</span>full-bore here, but how bright do you think you can make it? Could you illuminate a whole room well enough to read?" He'd started a stopwatch, an old stained thing some track coach probably used to harass students, when she began, and he was watching seconds tick by. What if he could replicate the genetic re-sequence? Inject people with a drug that gave them this ability? He was sure there were some, especially in the underbellies of the world, who would appreciate light with no need for materials.<br/>A thought suddenly occurred to Mykel: if Sunset were here all night, there would be no way for him to make his ... nightly rounds of field-work. But he could feel he was so close to a breakthrough!