Casian glanced at his teammates. 

Well, I got to try. Even if this is hopeless…

He let out a sign and turned to face them, before clearing his throat. They completed ignored him. Casian felt himself getting a bit angry before clearing his throat again, just a bit louder. But they continued to ignore him. 

Casian, annoyed, activated something that had been sealed from him for awhile. His voice. 

Casian, unlike these two, knew very well what his ability was. And was likely more versed with it than any other Chosen. His ability, was the ability to [Distort].

It was a vague and strange ability, but allowed Casian to distort things. There were very few limits on what he could distort but the cost was quite terrible depending on how strong of a distortion he made. And Casian distorted something quiet simple. His voice, which was his source of power, yelled out. 

"Enough!" The two froze. Casian distorted their sense of hearing, which did not remove it or enhance it… just sort of messed it up. But the one thing that could never be distorted; Casian's voice, rang clear. 

The two looked at him, befuddled.

"Do you want to survive or not?!" Casian immediately released the distortion after he had their attention. 

"All of us need to be alive. Together. Do you two hate each other to the extent you'd give up your own life just to end the other's?" Casian said sharply, his face cold and unwielding. Lana looked at him, her face giving away her fear, her anger and her burning hatred. 

"I suppose not." She said evenly. The other boy didn't answer.

Casian sized up the pair. The girl was tall, perhaps as tall as Casian, but the boy was much taller. He couldn't tell when they were all sitting down but Sareth seemed to be easily above six foot. Not to say that Casian wasn't tall, but just under six foot one. 

Lana looked athletic, lean muscles, poised stance. Sareth was lanky, perhaps a little malnourished.

He thought intently.

"Well get on with it, what are your abilities?" He pressed, hoping he was wrong about his assumption from before.

Sareth grimaced. "I- I don't know." He admitted. "I'd only been Beckoned a week before the Beckoning."

Lana nodded. "Me too. I was Beckoned the same time as Sareth." She said.

"How long was I passed out?" Casian asks.

"10 mins, at most." Lana replies. Casian thinks deeply.

Maybe I could help them discover their abilities… I just need to understand what to distort. Considering abilities are inherently divine, it'll take a large portion of my power to distort something concerting it, so I have to be certain it will work. Or at least point us in the right direction….

"What about you?" Sareth asks. "What's your ability?"

Casian points at his mouth.

"I can [Distort]. Everything, except for my voice."

Sareth seemed confused, Lana seemed intrigued.

"How does it work?" Lana asks. Casian shrugged.

"I cannot remove something or create something new, instead I take some that already exists.. and distort it a bit. I cannot distort natural laws, like death or space or time, but I can big things like sound and pain and perception. But I can only change these things temporarily. I can distort some things permanently, like objects or…" Casian stopped himself from finishing that thought, remembering Daria's words of caution. Casian decided to leave out the rest.

"But distortion takes a lot of my power. And I cannot predict how something will be distorted." Casian admits. 

Sareth looked unimpressed with such an ability. With an expression that clearly showed 'how the hell can that ability even be useful?' But Lana was impressed if anything.

"I wonder why your voice can't be distorted.." She says abstentmindedly. Casian knew, but the truth was unpleasant, so he likes to pretend he didn't and simply gave Lana a shrug.

"Who knows?"

Casian continued to glance between his teammates. His seemingly strange ability had unlimited potential, and Casian knew that better than anyone.

Maybe… I'll distort their Soul..? That's the origin of ability right… would that even work..? Or maybe something like distorting their doubt, changing it to be worse or better than it is, so they don't doubt themselves and manifest their ability? No… if only it were that simple. Ah.. wait. It is that simple. Why didn't I think of that before?

Casian closed his eyes, and breathed out through his nose. When distorting the intangible his mind needed to grasp something- and twist it. And so he grasped the [Perception] of Sareth and Lana, and twisted it in his mind until it became distorted.

They both gasped, eyes alight with wonder.