Takes over Taylor's hearing and sight

"You'd go against your own Mama?" I could hear her mutter under her breath, and that was enough. I appeared next to her even as a piercing shriek made it impossible to hear anything. The moment I saw her I went blind.

 

That moment was enough for me to get a view of an emaciated woman in white sitting on a rocking chair in the basement by a window, doing her knitting. She didn't seem concerned about me being there at all; she seemed more angry that I'd taken control of her son away from her.

 

"The more you see, the stronger I get," she said. "And…"

 

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Forgiveness