He thought about swimming in the ocean. He made his skin remember salted wind. The real Atlantic, a mile away, helped the illusion.
It was the right symbol. He felt his friends calm.
"Let him go," George said.
"He's manipulating us," Lee said.
"I know. But let him go."
Sordman laughed. Lee bent and tore a clump of grass from the earth. "Take this, Andy."
"Thank you."
It was wet with dew. He held it to his nose and smelled the dirt and grass. Two things kept him from destruction by his own Talent. He loved the physical world and he believed in God.
"I'll call you if I need you," he said.
"Be careful," George said. "Many people need you."