[ He moves for physical comfort. An arm around her, protectiveness over her and Duchess both. He feels that she is younger than he ever was, but that there are echoes of what he's been through, anyhow. He feels like he could be a brother, or a friend. ]

My kind of powers don't manifest automatically. They have to come from a trauma. It's said that you have to stare into the eyes of death to become an Allomancer.

It became an industry: men who could beat children almost to death but not quite. Enough to make them Snap. Not enough to kill them. But a lot died anyway. [ He breathes out. ] My sister died. I watched her die, and then they took me.

It will get better. There are ways to remember what power you have.