Gaelio purses his lips, his brow furrowing. Knowing that McGillis speaks sense, it's difficult to say anything in protest. But he's allowed to grumble: It may be acceptable to use supernatural abilities here, but such artificial assets would never make it past Gjallarhorn's regulations.

Being reminded that he was forcefully granted these powers makes him feel violated. Almost. He sighs.

"I see your point. But it's like you've said: we didn't choose to have powers." While McGillis says it so easily, Gaelio wonders if he'll be able to use his abilities with the same grace as his friend. What he can do for certain, however, is to be honest. "That's why I can't promise anything. I'm going to make full use of my own abilities, and . . . not whatever this is."