John, Clara and open
"I didn't choose, no." John hadn't considered it being a choice for him. Once his gift manifested, his path was decided for him. Could he have chosen not to? Maybe, but how could he live up to the legend of his brother by hiding his power?
Above them, to John's vision, the crow appeared as though it had been there all along. It perched on a branch ruffled its dark feathers and cawed. John sighed and shook his head. No, he couldn't hide it. The spirits wouldn't have allowed that.
"You have?" John blinked and for a moment stared at her, trying to see if he remembered her from the club. "Sorry, I must have forgotten." In reality, John rarely looked up from his work to notice others.
"On your first full moon," he filled in the rest. "How... sorry, if you don't mind me asking, how did you get turned? I didn't think deer would bite people."