[ He lets out a short laugh. ] Oh, I know all too well. [ Twenty-eight years of solitary confinement, even in a large and beautiful prison, can lead to the mind playing all sorts of tricks on a person. ]

That sounds... Scary. Yeah. To say the least. [ And immeasurably useful, he's sure. At least, in a land where consent isn't the top priority. Not that Jefferson has any complaints about that. ]

Oh. So letting you take control is sort of like giving to a good cause. [ Not that that means much to Jefferson. He never was the charitable sort. But still, he has to ask: ] What would you do if I gave you permission to use your powers? [ He takes a drink, and then adds: ] Hypothetically.