“Well, I’m majoring in exobiology,” Nila said. “Though it was a toss-up between that and astronomy. I just love space, basically. I used to want to be an astronaut, as silly as that sounds.”
“It’s not silly at all,” Frederica said. “I don’t necessarily want to leave the planet, but I definitely understand the urge to explore. I still haven’t seen much of the world outside of Victory City and Vancouver.”
“If only you knew someone who could teleport so you can steal their powers.”
“Yeah, if only,” Frederica said, taking a bite of her salad.
“And what are you studying?” Nila asked.
“Journalism, I think,” Frederica replied.
“But you’re not sure?”
“I know I’d be good at it,” Frederica said. “I just don’t know if it’s really what I want to do with my life. I thought I could, like, grow into it. Find the passion over time. But now….”
“This doesn’t have anything to do with that boy, does it?”
“He’s definitely a contributing factor,” Frederica said, “but there’s more to it than that. I think I just don’t want to be defined by my powers. Everything I can do is borrowed from another person. When I talk to someone, I don’t know if they’re hearing me or some facet of someone else’s personality. How can I even know who I really am?”
“Damn, girl,” Nila said. “When you have an identity crisis, you go full existentialist. You might have to switch to a philosophy degree if you want to figure it out.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“Anyway, enough of this heavy shit,” Nila said. “What do you do for fun?”
Chat with Tommy. Play Akkraemyth with Tommy. Watch bad movies and riff on them with Tommy. At least, she used to.
“Really?” Nila asked. “You don’t have any hobbies?”
Frederica wracked her brain trying to think of things she enjoyed doing by herself.
“I like to fly,” she said.