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He fell as a man. He's not sure what he walked out as.
He wasn't able to feel the tides underneath his skin before. But now he feels every swell as if it's an extension of himself.
When he gets cut he checks to see if he'll bleed blood or sea water. He's relieved to see blood and tells himself that he's imagining the hint of gold that wasn't there before.
He has more of a temper than he used to. Now, when he snaps at Mr. D the ground shakes beneath his feet and waves crash on the beach. He tries not to snap.
He sees the way the others look at him now, with a mixture of awe and fear that never used to be there. Even the rest of the seven treat him more cautiously now.
It's not without reason. Jason startled him one day and he stopped the blood in his veins. Only for a split second, but long enough for both of them to know what he'd done.
Last week he walked into the Ocean and didn't walk back out for three days. He hadn't noticed.
He doesn't know what's happening to him. But he know's he's different now.
Whatever he is now, he's not the same as he was.