Erica furrowed her brow in concentration.
"I'm not sure I understand, but I'll try," she replied.
She thought about all the trials she'd been through that had brought her to this point and the burning inside that had driven her thus far, the thirst for justice (revenge?), and the need to make her elders proud. The white hot drive flared in her chest and she projected it forward towards the man standing in front of her. It seemed so insignificant next to him, like trying to match lungs against gale, but she kindled the embers within her and pushed with all her might.
Erica didn't know if something was supposed to happen, but after the display Kirsch had shown her yesterday, she was inclined to trust him fully in matters of... whatever it was he'd done.