This was not a thing that David wanted to be doing. But there wasn't a lot about this island that he liked so far. The fashion had too many layers, the people eyed him suspiciously, the fog was annoying, and fuc, there was a lot to be said about how miserable this place was.

But being talked into graverobbing on top of it?

He sighs and pauses in helping Quentin dig, dismissing the golden psychic energy shovel so he could flex his fingers.

"I'm really starting to wish I was telekinetic. Why are we doing this again? How is this training my new powers?"

Something tells him that it isn't.