“Then Trevor could just not use his powers?” she spoke.
If the instinctive desire to use one’s powers is a thing, this would be a perfect line to lead into a confirmation.
“Sure,” Kid Win folded his arms, leaning back against the back of the couch. “What do you think, Chariot? You think you could keep from using that power of yours? Be normal?”
Eh?
Chariot frowned, looked down at his scratched-up hands, “No.”
It’s hard, being a kid and not using your power. It’s hard, and nobody understands.
Kid Win nodded in agreement, “It’s a part of you, Chariot, a part of how you think, now. I’m telling you this is the best option. The safest. Having a team means you’re protected, free to do what you need to do.”
You got this, Kid. You’re doing great.
Chariot’s expression indicated clear interest. Then he frowned, “I don’t want to give up my stuff to others. It’s mine.”
Back to that again… Hm.
Something struck Kid Win as off about the reply. What was it? It was out of tune with the flow of the conversation, didn’t quite match up with Kid Win’s own experiences being recruited. Maybe it sounded forced? But why would Chariot fake reluctance?
That’s very odd. Did someone instill this mindset of “don’t ever give others your stuff” on him, and now he’s repeating it even if he doesn’t really mean it?
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