Bisexual from FRIED BLUE by The Vertigo Master
“There are two sides to this coin,” Eisenberg has explained to me. “There is the heat, and there is the ice. What we are trying to do here,” he clapped his hands together, interlocking his fingers, and held them together tightly, “is meld them together. They are two opposing and powerful magics that are not meant to exist together within the same physical host.”
“Magic?” Spagoot interjected incredulously. “Are you sure you’re a scientist?”
“We are doing science here, are we not? That makes us scientists!”
Magic or not, I didn’t care. The reasoning was beginning to lose importance. It didn’t need to make sense. We had to focus on our purpose—the need.
We were so close.
