Kurt blinked. That sounded... awfully specific.

"I don't... think I do," Kurt said slowly. You never knew, though Kurt was fully sixteen--he probably would've realized there was some kind of creepy-scary voice in his head telling him to destroy the entire world by now.

"So you handled a... evil thing that was going to destroy the world?" Kurt asked, voice still lowered. He was glad to be talking about something besides himself, though. It got his mind off of wondering where Terry was now.