Haine hadn't wanted to consider that possibility. Waking up different...

He put a hand on the back of his neck. It felt funny at first, though he couldn't quite say why. He dropped his hand almost immediately; drawing attention to that thing wasn't going to help anyone.

"What do you mean, a change? Like they can do new shit, or they can't do old shit?"

What would that mean for him? How could he possibly be altered more than he already had been? That wasn't something he ever wanted to think about.