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So, uh. Some of you who frequent the eighth floor common room might have noticed. An extremely geometrical tree where your coffee table used to be.

I can fix that. I mean, I'm going to. Fix that. Unless you guys like it? I mean. Whatever. It's not my floor. Let me know.

[Private to Vin]

[There's a long period of silence. Okay, it's only like ten seconds, but that feels like a lot.]

So. That. Happened.

[Private to Elsa]

...have fun?

[Private to Rogue]

A while back you offered to help people work with their powers. Is that still a thing?

[Private to Helena]

You, uh. Don't have to respond to this at all if you aren't comfortable, or anything. But if there's anything you want to ask me, I'll try my best to answer. And I won't be mad or anything.

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Turned you into a very shiny enriched plutonium-embossed corpse, probably. Too much of your tissue has been replaced with toxic compounds to really reconstruct your organic human body in viable condition. I can't make new flesh, I just restore the structures it had before.

I had a feeling it might be something like that.

[He knew better than to even begin to hope stumbling upon a cure accidentally would be that easy.]

Sorry.

[And sorry for not thinking of it while Winston's power was in residence; together, they probably could have done it. But this seems cruel to mention in retrospect.]

What for? I honestly have come rather past expectations, by this point.

[But he still has that desperate hunger in him for the vaguest shot at normalcy; it might bleed through in the ragged edge of his voice, no matter how tightly he tries to suppress it.]

I wish I could help, that's all.

My powers were all destruction, the first year. I know what it's like for something like that to wreck your life.

I'm more...regularly inconvenienced by it now, than I am truly made to suffer. Though admittedly that's in partial thanks to the barge and it's power limits.

Same here.

[yeeeeahhh he's a capped warden, what is your life dillon]

It's nice being able to just - be around people without screwing them up again.

Yours doesn't come with much of an 'off' switch either, does it? [Wry but slightly wearied. He doesn't care so much about the danger he is to others without a power cap, but it does certainly make day to day life exceedingly difficult.]

Nope.

It's still - escalating, back home.

[Which is kind of terrifying.]

[Slight pause, and then:] So's mine.

[He looks down at his own hands, distractedly, turning one of them over.]

You can't tell here because of how my powers are suppressed, but the radiation levels I give off have over time been steadily increasing. [A second hesitation, before he finishes that thought.] I'm honestly not sure what's going to happen to me, in the end. If nothing is done about it.

That I could help with. Stabilizing. If you don't find something better.

You...could? How?

It's a system progressively destabilizing through time. I'd just - set it back and fix it there. I don't know how to describe it, English doesn't really have words for it. But I could do it, and it would last.

I made the Colorado River run backward for months. The water cures cancer now.

[Wow you just break nature wherever you go, don't you Dillon? He's too busy being agog over that last part for a moment to even give what you started with full consideration.]

So it wouldn't get any worse, then, but it wouldn't get any better. Would what you were doing have any other...effects?

[He really does. It's a problem.]

There shouldn't be. It's a lot neater when I do things on purpose.

[Yeah, he did that to the river on accident. While he was unconscious.]

I'll keep that option in mind. If, as you said, I don't find anything better.

[It isn't even that he's leery of having Dillon use his powers on him, so much. After all it already happened once before - and he's not about to start being too suspicious of an ability that managed to safe his life when he was likely on the brink of drowning in his own blood.

But he would much, much rather be full-on cured. Permanently. Anything else, any safeguards or halfway measures, they get put on the backburner.]

Yeah, I hear you. And it can be undone later, if you need a stopgap while you're searching.

I'll...see what happens. In the coming months. [What kind of progress, if any, can get made by the minds looking into things here.] But, thank you for offering.

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