What little I could detect of emotions was more than enough to pick up the state of his being. He was angry, and that anger was strength. Not only was he running at a level that would trouble most capes in the city, he was actually holding himself back. The nature of his power, possibly the will of his passenger, stood ready to throw open the flood gates. Faced with a broken, battered, cape seconds away from execution his power was on edge. It was ready for a fight, and making sure Lung was ready as well. Ready for war. Ready for conflict.
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The response to conflict was not supposed to work this way. It was slow, gradual, and largely inconsistent. I had seen the passengers, been fully appraised on the mechanics of their existence. They were not supposed to respond this way. But Lung's was, and, while the resonance wasn't as clear, so were March's and Oni Lee's. Their passengers liked the conflict I presented and the information that could be gained from facing me. And when a passenger liked something they did what they could to encourage it.
I knew my passenger wasn't normal, but I had underestimated how atypical it was in the eyes of other powers. Whatever they were gaining from facing me was something that normal parahuman conflict couldn't equate to. I was effectively a walking Sechen range for everyone who dealt with