The binder entry.

The sickness.

The way that clever little brat got Laura to suddenly do everything she wanted.

Hunter and Laura switched abilities.

It's the only answer to this whole thing.

That cure.

It wasn't a cure.

There isn't a cure.

There's only switching it, along with the ability.

But...

That means that Laura can understand anything now.

Why can't she see what Hunter is doing?

Well, I can.

I storm through the curtain and run up to Laura.

"Morgan! It's so nice to see you," Laura says with a smile.

"Laura, that idiot whose shoulders you're rubbing. She-she's brainwashing you with your own ability!" I cry and pull Laura away from Hunter.

"Morgan!" Laura slaps my hands away. "What are you talking about? Don't joke about that. What are you even doing?"

"Do you even care about me any more? This isn't like you. La La, I'm worried about you, now you're so, so different!" I wail, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I miss how it used to be; it was just the two of us. No one could separate us, not even the generals! Now as soon as you're better, you abandon me; you go to this- this devil!"

"Morgan, don't say rude--" Laura starts, and I shake my head.

"Listen, I'm sorry you were sick. I get it. I couldn't fix you. Hunter could. She did. But, but she didn't. She only inherited it. She took it away from you. Laura, the sickness can't be cured," I explain in between sobs.

"You're the one who's starting to worry me, Morgs. This is--"

"No! Believe me! I'm telling the truth! Doesn't it seem the slightest bit weird to you that you were cured within two weeks after being sick for over twelve years? Then, after you're all fine and dandy, without any trace of ever being weird, you're attached to this girl you barely know?" I scream.

Laura turns and faces Hunter. "Hun, what really happened? Please tell me, urm, us. Tell us."

"La La, I don't know what Morgan is talking about. I genuinely cured you. I don't even know if I have the same thing you had. This... This could be worse," Hunter says sweetly to Laura.

"I'm sorry, Morgan, I believe Hunter," Laura mutters.

"Fine! Whatever! I don't care any more! But I hope you know that this might be the last time you see me, because I'm going to Maryland with forty-four other recruits, and I'll probably die there. Love you, Laura!" I scream and run out of the room.

I don't stop running.