xx49.07.30 | 21:22 | Still Wednesday

I think we can pretty much take it as a fact that I don't deserve C2 as a friend. She's still mad at me. I still can't blame her. But what did she do, after I sent down a message apologising? She sent some of the others up, to keep me company. I went down a floor to meet them, that should be okay, the conference level is pretty tall, probably four or five metres, and then these other floors are about three metres up I guess, so that's ... seven floors ... over twenty metres anyway, especially if you include the gap between floors, that's got to be, what, I don't know, half a metre? Less? More?

I can't believe how much time I'm devoting to calculating distances between floors. That's such a boring thing to suddenly become important. Maybe I should get Daniel to make me a 'distance calculation' app, that'd be useful. Speaking of Daniel and his apps, his power detector isn't working. At first I thought it was just broken but then I realised that I need to be copying C2's power for it to work. Without it the detector's going crazy. Just before it was showing twenty-seven powers, then it jumped to fifty-nine, now it's down to thirty-eight ... seems to be staying at thirty-eight for now.

Anyway, I've got Glen and Malon here with me, and Lightning White's daughter Carmen, although I think she just wanted to get away from everyone, she hasn't said anything, she's just sitting in a corner looking intense. Oh, and Shade's here as well. He's doing most of the talking while I write this out, Glen and Malon are really shy and still maybe a little freaked out from my episode. At least I'm getting some useful information from Shade's blabbering. Apparently the meeting's going really well and all the initial tensions dissolved as everyone made their reports and the scale of the threat revealed itself—which is good, of course it is, but it just feels hollow to me right now. Everyone's banding together, but I have to be told about it by an annoying blabbermouth. I want to be down there SO BADLY but taking this pill, this STUPID pill, I wish it didn't even exist, it'd be easier if there WASN'T a choice. It probably doesn't even work. It probably does something really awful, it's a trap by Chass, he ... he wants ... he's jealous ... oh I don't know. Maybe I am being too hard on him. No, I'm not. Take away everything else, all my prejudices if I have them and look at the facts, look at how many people he's CONFIRMED to have killed; seventeen. Seventeen deaths, by his hands. At LEAST seventeen, probably way more. Okay yes so eleven of them were rapists. Yes, most of them he caught ... in the act. Yes, the rest were all murderers themselves, does that excuse it? Does that justify anything?

I don't even want to think about this, I just can't take it right now. Death, killing, I hate it, I hate it all, I wish the world was just ... was just better than what it is, why can't it just be simple? The Golden Age was boring but at least it wasn't like this! All complicated and messy and with hidden supervillains and ANNOYING powers like mine, I just want a simple power, super-strength, aura field generation, phase-shifting, I'm so envious of my brother and my parents and EVERYONE here, I'd even trade for Sonny's stupid useless matter bending, or Glen's super-sight or Malon's super-hearing—I mean, if I had super-hearing I could at least listen to what's going on downstairs.

Wait a minute, why can't I? I'm only copying four powers right now, I should be able to if I—yes, okay, time to do some SERIOUS eavesdropping.