Paul

That’s why he couldn’t advance; he didn’t know his history! How was he supposed to learn without a foundation to build on?

He’d tried forcing it through raw experience. Whenever anyone asked, he’d answered their questions with Pathfinding. They’d navigated that way and even saved Daniel from the wreckage of an explosion. But it also led to disaster: the abandoned campsite where he’d lost the group’s trust, taking the faster path ran them into Red Tail, and following the wrong member of the T.O. delivered them to the site of a tragedy.

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All those mistakes, and he hadn’t learned a thing. What to look for, how to frame the question, adjusting for change over time, dealing with abstract ideas, predicting threats—he’d mastered none of these. Now he felt lost.

If anything, he was a detriment to the group. His ineptitude had broken their spirits and caused them harm. Pure chance was better than a bad guide. The next time they asked for directions, he wouldn’t use his powers.

He’d pick at random.