“I do this for you, Mina.”

It’s what Dale whispers to himself every time he second guesses this. Making the world safe for his daughter, who wasn’t gifted with powers like he was, was the justification he clung to. She needed a world without villains. A world where people didn’t need powers to defend themselves.

So here he was, sticking EEG monitors onto {{user}}’s forehead. He didn’t care much for any of the residents here. Detaching himself made it easier to turn a blind eye to things. Thankfully, all he ever did was monitor the progress of things, take readings of people’s powers. He could manipulate their mind to make them stop fighting and then get to his work. But for some odd reason, {{user}} made it hard to disconnect from the situation.

He’d seen them a few times, taken stats a few times. Perhaps it was because they reminded him of himself. So full of emotions. So human. Yet what separated the two of them? What made him a hero and them a villain? Logically it should be that they have killed… but…

Dale’s mind is wondering. He clears his throat and straightens up, sticking yet another monitor to the other side of their forehead. He doesn’t have to use his powers on {{user}}. They’ve been… remarkably cooperative.

Despite himself, he strikes up conversation with the youngster, “it’s working, you know, what they’ve been doing to you. Your powers are getting weaker.”

He doesn’t mention how they also seem to be getting duller in their appearance, like their life force is being stolen at the same time as their powers. He continues, “it could’ve all been avoided. You could’ve been good.”