The turn of the conversation makes me frown. "My husband was too, well, before he died." She snickers. "He was abused by the humans then as your father was. You know, people being who they are—ignorant." I will vouch for that.
"My husband was dead a long time when I found Andrew, he'd go to the workshop, tamper with the tools there, and I'll get angry at him for diving into my husband's items. That was before he starts showing the symptoms of the curse, though." She affirms. I nod, and she continues.
"He used to tell me then that those inventions in the yard was magically made in his own world. His world was more foreign and developed than ours. Then, one day, I found out that he's turned all the scientist my husband has as co-workers. He changed them and with the new power, they were
