Yeah. [He breathes a sigh.] Even those who accept what you can do are still on edge around you.

When I touch people, I...can see stuff about them, their past, feel things they felt, where they've been. When I touch their things the picture's clearer. Even if they say they're fine with it, you can tell they feel, I don't know, violated.

I damn well try not to, thank you very much.

[There's a pause, his eyebrows raised, before he responds.]

...really?

Well, call me a weird psychic, but I....the idea of touching someone and not reading something off of them is pretty tempting.

Well, gosh, I do like surprises.

[His tone was sardonic even if he did sound a little intrigued.]

I'll be the first to admit my curiosity has gotten me into a lot of trouble.

You ever touch something because someone else told you it was hot and you just had to know for yourself?

I followed a woman who can forge her soul into a sword and who sometimes has a tail through a teleportation disc just trusting it was heading where she said it was. Probably that foolish.

[He chuckles.]

Not at all, which I think just drives home the point, you know?

See? Even you admit it's blind trust. I'm hopeless, but really lucky I guess.

[He shrugged.]

Either way, regardless of your power, you don't seem like a maniacal supervillain or anything.

I don't think that's true. I think that other you might have been, but that's not who you are anymore, is it?

[He realized he was taking a stab in the dark that might actually end with him in the ocean, but he was a risk-taker.]