(for the whisper)
Oh
Round and round we go
Holding on to pain
Driven by our egos
Feelings untold
Spinning our own versions of the past
That you could never know
Cause I know
I must be the reason why
You have given up your smiles
And the hope inside your eyes have been stolen
I must be the reason why
You must tell me all these lies
Wishing you a better life without me by your side
The message has already been said through patches of violet
You were caught in an interstellar storm, and afterwards found yourself as swift as a lightning strike, able to react to things before anyone else realized they were happening, and able to cross the length of a ship - or indeed an entire planetside town - in the time it took others to take a single stop. You did have to take care - your speed provided no protection from windburn, and your velocity still carried momentum, which made colliding with things a great deal more painful - but once you learned how to be careful and precise nothing seemed able to catch you, much less surpass your movement, save a bolt of true lightning.