"Pot, kettle."

Maybe if she'd just ~be patient for two fucking seconds~, maybe she'd get her powers back. Maybe she'd stop feeling completely useless.

"But no," he continues after a beat, "this isn't a 'fucking leg thing'." It might admittedly be a self-loathing thing (or maybe more a misanthropy thing, right now) but he'd never cop to it. He's not feeling particularly open in his upset. He tried that and look where it's gotten him.