James had the power to steal anybody's abilities. If he wanted to be a teacher, all he had to do was touch the arm of his favorite teacher and instantly know how to handle a classroom. Likewise for anything else. Music, Arts, Philosophy, Calculus (although he didn't really see a point for all those numbers), anything was just at his fingertips.
It came with a cost, though. Anybody who James touched would start to loathe him. Not dislike, loathe in the most visceral way possible, as in making their life's goal to turn James's life into a living hell.
He thought hard about who he would be willing to have hate him for the rest of his life.
So he grabbed his own arm and stole his ability to handle bullshit. The self-loathing was a mere consequence.
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