[Amelia goes silent at that, because it strikes too close to home. A father making people suffer, designing weapons for the wrong reasons?

And a weapon that uses electricity, no less.]

My father made something like that, in my world. He also made this. [Amelia lifts up her left hand, pulls off the glove to reveal a second one underneath.]

It neutralizes electricity somehow. I never really understood how it worked.



[ooc: sorry for the bad picture quality /)_(\ I'll try and get decent shots later.]