Wow, that would be quite the power, if that were within the realm of my control, [ Claude quips, tucking his hands behind his head. This isn't the sort of conversation he was expecting to have right after... whatever it is he just saw, but he welcomes it. This, at least, is comfortable. Familiar.

He'd rather be accused of thieving people's innocence than whatever that vision was up to -- what, killing people? Him? Ludicrous. ]

And how do you think I manage to do that?