"I trust you to be who I'm pretty sure you are," Marc says. He almost sounds tired. "You could tell people, but you wouldn't do it lightly, or for fun, or just to show you've got power over somebody else. You'd hurt people, but - not because you're a sadist. And if I'm wrong about you ... that's on me, at this point.

You already know my ... I dunno, daywalker. Sure. He's Steven Grant. He talked to you after the thing with your last guy, because he's -" BIG SIGH. "got a big heart, and he's in a poetry book club with the French guy's kid sister.

We're ..." completely opposite people. "Different.

But I was backseating for that shit with the drunk guy, and I'm not going to put you through that shit again. Like I said, I think your deal's more important than me, I want you to get it. I'm a ... redeemable person, my life's just weird. And I don't wanna be your enemy."

Most of that subject falls out of his head when there's suddenly winking metal, though.

Marc's head doesn't go to separate being though which, for him is kind of ironic? He assumes it Kylar making shapes in whatever material his hand is made of like ... damn, what was that x-gene terrorist guy that was famous ten or so years ago, the one that could control metal. Magnet man?

"That's your, uh, Talent? The prosthetic that's not a prosthetic."