“Great, now try it the other way.” Sarah instructed, smiling at Isaac and squeezing his hand.It still felt odd to Isaac to use his powers so casually, especially on other people, but Sarah was far more sanguine about it than he was. She’d been raised by people who had powers, with friends who had powers, and they all practiced them regularly. The gang was probably even more willing to use their powers in various way than heroes were wont to. Unlike him, she hadn’t been half-afraid of her powers for most of her life.Following her instructions, he slowly pulled inertia out of the illusionary apple that Sarah had conjured between them, reducing its resistance to change in general without focusing on one particular thing. Unlike with a physical object, an illusion didn’t have mass to adjust, but it still had a concrete existence to affect.Sarah had suggested experiments that would have made him turn and run the other way if he had been by himself. It wasn’t in his nature to apply his power to other people, let alone in ways where he wasn’t sure of the result. The apple was part of Sarah’s smoke, so it was part of her power, but at the same time distinct from it. Even now part of him was afraid of breaking things, of doing something irrevocable to her, but she didn’t seem worried. “Yeah, it’s easier that way,” Sarah confirmed, the apple cycling through green, red, yellow, then purple, pink, polka-dot. “Still weird how both ways increase my control. I’d love to be able to get them both going at once.”“Not sure how that’d be possible, but that’s probably just because I’m not good enough at it yet,” Isaac admitted. After being given the time to really push at the limits of his power, he was pretty certain that he had years of mastery to go before he could consider himself skilled with the broader, less concrete applications. Just because he couldn’t do something now didn’t mean it would (...)