[While he wasn't expecting her to be floored, he was a little surprised at the complete lack of reaction. He's never going to be used to his abilities being considered normal.]

It's not that they're rare. They're non-existent. Humans can't do what I do and they don't have hair color like mine.

[He sighs and sets the anvil down.]

Back home, I was called a monster. Everyone thought my mother was a demon or that she'd offered her body to one. I've spent my entire life hiding what I can do because if I didn't, I'd be chased with torches and pitchforks. I've spent a lifetime turning something like 'blue hair' into a charm point instead of a stigma.

[He physically stops himself from being worked up.]

But...I'm getting off topic. My story...well, it's hardly important.

Recently, someone pointed out that I could be doing more with my powers. Something I'm...reluctant to do. I don't know what my limits are. I could easily kill someone with this strength. But then I look at someone like you. Someone who wants to be a hero and I guess...

...I guess I'm looking for a place to start. And...well, I trust you. And I trust your opinion. That's...why I called you out her to talk.