Nobody acts in dreams the way they do in real life, [Jaime says, and he certainly doesn't only mean himself. He doesn't doubt that he'd run after someone like Illumi, of course - that's part of the superhero manual; you consistently go on suicide runs to beat people far stronger and smarter than you are - but he'd at least try to be a bit smarter about it.

He wouldn't resort to using a stick, at least.]

What d'you mean by control people, though? Like the Manipulator?

[Jaime feels his heart sink at the mere idea of it, and his expression falls with it. One of the only things saving him in the case of the Manipulator is the fact that he didn't know what Jaime is capable of. To think that someone could figure it out, could figure out that he essentially has nukes in his spine...

It's a chilling thought. There's a reason he hasn't told a single living soul, not Bart, not his mother, not anybody. Nobody can ever know.

And nobody can ever use him, not again.]