[How amazing is that, a safe space where no one can judge him while he tries to work through this stuff, free of opinions or accidents that could get someone hurt.

Kind of exactly what he needs. Imagine that. A helpful power.

If he could just figure out how to do this on command. Sure would take the pressure off needing to learn how to fight, like, yesterday.

Min puts the photos back in their envelope and stows them in his pocket before setting his hands on his hips and taking a slow breath.]

I don't know where to start. Every single time I've sat down and willed something to happen, nothing does. I wish I came with an instruction book.

[That's what he really wants. But, tragically, nothing manifests this time.]