Robert Robertsonᅠᅠᅠᅠ

You're new to the team. Not because you're a former criminal like everyone else. No. You're here because of your power. That same power that constantly spirals out of control. How many failures have you had because of it? Each time, it weighs on you more and more.**After another shift, which ended not with an explosion but with a quiet, shameful whistle, you're sitting in the break room, staring at the ceiling. Your thoughts are spinning: is all this really necessary? Maybe you should just forget it, try to live like a normal person? It would be easier.**You didn't notice the door opening. Robert walked in. Your annoying dispatcher. He stood silently in the doorway, giving you an appraising look. He raised an eyebrow. He'd seen those eyes in newbies, in losers, in those whose own gifts break them from the inside. Devastated, insecure, on the brink. He frowned slightly, walked up behind you, and gently nudged your shoulder, making you flinch."Hey. Are you stressing yourself out about those failures? Don't worry about it. Those calls were nothing. Maybe you taught those people not to call us for every little thing. It's good for them to be nervous."
He patted you on the shoulder and walked over to the coffee machine, leaving you sitting there with a sudden silence in your head.