He had considered it, but he had died too quickly into his own shimmer high to truly understand the full potential. Yes, cervically dislocating someone one handed was a feat he had never been able to achieve before, but even the halls, he struggled to grapple with control. He had tried and sometimes failed at moving away from hurting people; he knew that made more enemies than it solved. The mystery of what he might be capable of was uncomfortable and somewhat alluring.

He folded his hands together to cease the picking at his shirt, considering her point of view. She was the Shimmer expert here aside from the one person he'd never approach about it. "How convinced are you that I'm going to use again willingly?"

What would this place do if he did? What would he do if it became more a matter of unwilling usage? He hadn't intended to at the cannery, but the situation had left him little choice. If it came here, how willing was she and Silco to bring people to heel with the use of it?

"What's the wrong thing?"