Yoona narrowed her eyes at him. "No, there's nothing 'special' about me," she said flatly. Why was it that magical people insisted on phrasing it that way? Special. Important. Magical gifts were genetic anomalies, as hereditary and arbitrary as eye color or hair color. Gifts weren't good or bad, they weren't special, they were a trait.
"I have artificial legs and a cybernetic spine." Robotics were woven into her very nervous system, responsible for almost all of her movement. The explosion that had cost her her legs had also broken her back and severed her spinal cord. She should have been paralyzed. Such robotic enhancements were not unheard of, but they weren't common, usually only accessed by the exceptionally privileged. "But no, nothing special."