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He felt like his soul was being siphoned through his arm and out his arteries. Mituna's newly installed port was raw and painful enough without his teacher's bony fingers firmly grasping the area. The small hole served as a direct link to his nervous system, and if it took he would end up with hundreds like it in specified patterns along his body- more than even his trainer. The Pedagogue sat next to him, focused on her work channeling his energy through the unhealed wound and measuring his psionic output. Her lime eyes held no sympathy, no regard for his discomfort. Slowly the counter in her hand beeped. The iron hold on his bandaged wrist tightened.

"Well," she started to say, the tone of her voice strange but unreadable "it seems Master has a go-o-d eye fo-r talent." The Pedagogue released him, rising and plucking the wire from her own old test-port. "No-w it's my jo-b to turn that 'talent' into- skill."

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He felt like his soul was being siphoned through his arm and out his arteries. Mituna's newly installed port was raw and painful enough without his teacher's bony fingers firmly grasping the area. The small hole served as a direct link to his nervous system, and if it took he would end up with hundreds like it in specified patterns along his body- more than even his trainer. The Pedagogue sat next to him, focused on her work channeling his energy through the unhealed wound and measuring his psionic output. Her lime eyes held no sympathy, no regard for his discomfort. Slowly the counter in her hand beeped. The iron hold on his bandaged wrist tightened.

"Well," she started to say, the tone of her voice strange but unreadable "it seems Master has a go-o-d eye fo-r talent." The Pedagogue released him, rising and plucking the wire from her own old test-port. "No-w it's my jo-b to turn that 'talent' into- skill."