and yet i'm still so empty - private, morgan

Morgan focused on his work, throwing an old toaster and a pack of pens into the "useful" pile. He hoped that Malphas understood his explanation, as vague as it was. The samoyed felt something warm inside as he noted a subtle change in the feline's presence. His own face reddened, invisible beneath his fluffy yellowish fur. He still could not quite understand the feeling, but he had no issue with enjoying it all the same. "I'm not sure what to put in it, but..." He took a sharp breath in, and continued, "I think you look nice with it on. Cute, even." He quickly looked away, turning back to his work while he listened to his ally speak.

"Numb?" he asked, not expecting a response. Inside of the elements, he could frequently feel some kind of life - some kind of energy. At the mention of hurting others, Morgan stiffened up a bit. "Why do you think so, Malphas? Isn't there anything that gives you joy? Reading, playing, being with friends..." He trailed off as the cat spoke once more. "Malphas, you can definitely do things. Everybody has the potential - especially you. It's how you've gotten to where you are."

The dog picked up some lint and dust with his water and tossed it into the pile of junk. It was then that he noted to himself how easy things felt with his abilities - something that he had taken completely for granted in day-to-day life. "Malphas..." He cleared his throat and turned toward the other Tangler. "You'll find your power someday. It might not be controlling water or spitting fire, but you've got something. I can feel it in your presence."