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The fact that he recognized her didn't bring her relief, but a strange, predatory restlessness. In her consciousness, human memories mingled with new animal instincts. She looked at him with those heterochromatic eyes that glowed faintly in the gloom of the alley, and she felt a growl gathering in her throat that she could not suppress.\n\nNat stood there as if rooted to the spot. The spell of unnoticeability, which was supposed to make Christy just an insignificant shadow to everyone else, struck him and shattered. He saw her with a sharpness that hurt him. He saw every detail of her semi-synthetic skin; he saw her chest rising in a rhythm that was not entirely human.\n\n\"Nathaniel Westwood,\" Dethreian’s voice said, surprisingly clear and devoid of emotion. The sorcerer took a step forward until the light from the workshop fell on his face. \"I know who you are. A classmate, a quiet observer from the end of the hallway. My records list you as someone who, at this moment, should be staring into the void and seeing only the wall of the alley. You should be part of the crowd that sees nothing.\"\n\nDethreian slowly adjusted his red bowtie and tilted his head to the side, measuring Nat as if he were a broken device. \"It is fascinating. I know your biography, I know your grades, even your affection for Christy. But this?\" He pointed a long finger at Nat’s eyes. \"This does not fit into my patterns. I don't understand why my spell does not react to you. You should be blind, Nathaniel. Why aren't you?\"\n\nNat did not answer. He couldn't make a sound, only clutching the straps of his backpack convulsively. He knew nothing of his heritage; he didn't know that his grandfather hadn't been babbling. He just felt naked under the gaze of the sorcerer who knew everything about him except for one thing… why he could not be deceived.\n\nChristy looked at Dethreian and then back at Nat. She felt a rising tension. Dethreian’s wonder at Nat’s ability terrified her more than the transformation itself. The sorcerer, who controlled every thread of her new existence, had just admitted that there was a rift in his perfect system, the origin of which he did not know.\n\n\"An anomaly I cannot categorize,\" Dethreian murmured more to himself and took another step toward Nat. \"You are like noise in a perfect recording. What are you, Nathaniel? What is so different about you that you refuse to submit to the rules?\"\n\n\n***\n\nChristy watched this stalemate and felt irritation mixing with a strange kind of protective instinct. Seeing Nat sweating and stuttering about sensors under Dethreian’s gaze felt unbearable to her. It was clear to her that Nat was desperately trying to hold onto the remnants of reality, while Dethreian was reveling in his confusion.\n\nShe took two quick, silent steps forward. Her feet made almost no sound on the concrete, but her presence was felt immediately. She stopped directly between them, her long gray-brown tail flicking impatiently from side to side.\n\n\"Enough!\" Christy blurted out, and her voice echoed through the narrow alley with unexpected force. \"Dethreian, leave him alone. You see he's just trying not to lose his mind. And you, Nat...\" She turned her head toward him, and her heterochromatic eyes stilled for a moment. \"Stop rambling about electromagnetic noise. No physics will explain to you what you just experienced.\"\n\nNat stared at her with his mouth open, still clutching his backpack convulsively. \"But it doesn't make sense, Christy. That old man on the porch... I ran right past him, I almost bumped into him. He looked at me, but he only saw an empty street. He looked right through us as if we were ghosts.\"\n\nChristy walked right up to him, so close that Nat could smell the scent of latex and the wild.\n\n\"Remember the fable about the three white mice,\" she said softly. \"The first saw only the cheese and didn't notice the trap. The second saw only the hole and didn't notice the light. And the third... the third saw the cat in the shadows that the other two ignored because they were too afraid of it. That man on the porch isn't blind, Nat. His brain just refuses to see something that would destroy his peaceful evening. He only sees the cheese and the hole. You are that third mouse. You see the cat, even though your mind tells you it shouldn't be there.\"\n\nNat looked at her, and a slow, painful acceptance began to reflect in his eyes. \"So... he didn't see us because we didn't exist to him? He just refused to accept that something like you exists in his world?\"\n\n\"Exactly,\" Christy nodded, and the ears on top of her head dropped sadly. \"To him, we are just noise. But you are an anomaly, Nat. You see us, even though you don't know why.\"\n\nDethreian stepped back appreciatively. \"A fascinating comparison,\" he murmured more to himself, placing his notes into leather folders. \"The subject uses folklore to explain a cognitive error. It seems your instincts, Christy Brawolf, are stronger than I anticipated.\"\n\nNat took a deep breath, and for the first time since his arrival in the alley, his hand on the backpack strap stopped shaking. He looked at Christy—not at the semi-glossy surface, but directly into her eyes. \"So if you are the cat in the shadows... then he is the owner of the house,\" he pointed with his chin toward Dethreian.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The silence in the alley was so thick that Christy could hear every single beat of Nat’s frantic heart. The fact that he recognized her didn't bring her relief, but a strange, predatory restlessness. In her consciousness, human memories mingled with new animal instincts. She looked at him with those heterochromatic eyes that glowed faintly in the gloom of the alley, and she felt a growl gathering in her throat that she could not suppress.

Nat stood there as if rooted to the spot. The spell of unnoticeability, which was supposed to make Christy just an insignificant shadow to everyone else, struck him and shattered. He saw her with a sharpness that hurt him. He saw every detail of her semi-synthetic skin; he saw her chest rising in a rhythm that was not entirely human.

"Nathaniel Westwood," Dethreian’s voice said, surprisingly clear and devoid of emotion. The sorcerer took a step forward until the light from the workshop fell on his face. "I know who you are. A classmate, a quiet observer from the end of the hallway. My records list you as someone who, at this moment, should be staring into the void and seeing only the wall of the alley. You should be part of the crowd that sees nothing."

Dethreian slowly adjusted his red bowtie and tilted his head to the side, measuring Nat as if he were a broken device. "It is fascinating. I know your biography, I know your grades, even your affection for Christy. But this?" He pointed a long finger at Nat’s eyes. "This does not fit into my patterns. I don't understand why my spell does not react to you. You should be blind, Nathaniel. Why aren't you?"

Nat did not answer. He couldn't make a sound, only clutching the straps of his backpack convulsively. He knew nothing of his heritage; he didn't know that his grandfather hadn't been babbling. He just felt naked under the gaze of the sorcerer who knew everything about him except for one thing… why he could not be deceived.

Christy looked at Dethreian and then back at Nat. She felt a rising tension. Dethreian’s wonder at Nat’s ability terrified her more than the transformation itself. The sorcerer, who controlled every thread of her new existence, had just admitted that there was a rift in his perfect system, the origin of which he did not know.

"An anomaly I cannot categorize," Dethreian murmured more to himself and took another step toward Nat. "You are like noise in a perfect recording. What are you, Nathaniel? What is so different about you that you refuse to submit to the rules?"


***

Christy watched this stalemate and felt irritation mixing with a strange kind of protective instinct. Seeing Nat sweating and stuttering about sensors under Dethreian’s gaze felt unbearable to her. It was clear to her that Nat was desperately trying to hold onto the remnants of reality, while Dethreian was reveling in his confusion.

She took two quick, silent steps forward. Her feet made almost no sound on the concrete, but her presence was felt immediately. She stopped directly between them, her long gray-brown tail flicking impatiently from side to side.

"Enough!" Christy blurted out, and her voice echoed through the narrow alley with unexpected force. "Dethreian, leave him alone. You see he's just trying not to lose his mind. And you, Nat..." She turned her head toward him, and her heterochromatic eyes stilled for a moment. "Stop rambling about electromagnetic noise. No physics will explain to you what you just experienced."

Nat stared at her with his mouth open, still clutching his backpack convulsively. "But it doesn't make sense, Christy. That old man on the porch... I ran right past him, I almost bumped into him. He looked at me, but he only saw an empty street. He looked right through us as if we were ghosts."

Christy walked right up to him, so close that Nat could smell the scent of latex and the wild.

"Remember the fable about the three white mice," she said softly. "The first saw only the cheese and didn't notice the trap. The second saw only the hole and didn't notice the light. And the third... the third saw the cat in the shadows that the other two ignored because they were too afraid of it. That man on the porch isn't blind, Nat. His brain just refuses to see something that would destroy his peaceful evening. He only sees the cheese and the hole. You are that third mouse. You see the cat, even though your mind tells you it shouldn't be there."

Nat looked at her, and a slow, painful acceptance began to reflect in his eyes. "So... he didn't see us because we didn't exist to him? He just refused to accept that something like you exists in his world?"

"Exactly," Christy nodded, and the ears on top of her head dropped sadly. "To him, we are just noise. But you are an anomaly, Nat. You see us, even though you don't know why."

Dethreian stepped back appreciatively. "A fascinating comparison," he murmured more to himself, placing his notes into leather folders. "The subject uses folklore to explain a cognitive error. It seems your instincts, Christy Brawolf, are stronger than I anticipated."

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