Mm... power is neither good nor bad, but it can be constructive or destructive.
Even the best of people with the best of intentions can cause harm to others. I think that's less about the power itself, though, and the moral and ethical aspects. So I would try not to look at the power itself as the problem.
[ He takes in a breath sharp and then he just stops. ]
[ He can't know all the details, but he thinks Wanda couldn't have fully mean to make Westview - because why make a family you would inevitably lose? That would crush you? And then- ]
[ He didn't know how he came back. He didn't expect to bring Tommy back but Agatha knew and - ]
[ The thing in Agatha's basement. The names. If he was right Sharon was poisoned (he didn't have access to poison). Alice was killed by Agatha - he saw that he knew then why? He doesn't know what happened to Lilia. But he suddenly realizes that weight: He killed them. Whatever the portal symbolized was his fault it was - ]
[ You really are a Maximoff, otherwise none of this would be nearly as dramatic, she's said and he gets up then - rocking the chair back as he takes another breath. ]
[ Which is to say - No, he's not okay, though he diligently tries to shake his head as if to say 'yes'. His mind rotates through the details of everything he knows. It loops around, tries to poke holes into the theory - But he has enough for the theory to solidly become a real possibility. ]
[ It can't be right. ( It's probably right.) ]
[ he scrubs at his eyes as the details poke holes into his hope and he breathes out. ]
No - Yeah.
I just-
[ he breathes out. ] I think I just figured out something that made everything worse.
[ Sam lets him run, but he's only going to like get out into the hall before a water spear materializes in his path and is going to shoot at him like a javelin to pin him to the nearest surface by his clothing— with actually pretty impressive accuracy to avoid harming him even if the clothing is well fitted. That said, even if the 'blade' touches him it'll skim and feel similar to a hard pressurized spray from a hose at worst rather than slice him.
Sam will step out into the hallway, either to come get him or chase after him if he manages to dodge and get past the situation before Sam gets there to scruff him by the collar. ]
[ SOMEHOW. Somehow this kid manages to use all of his physical ability to (unknowingly) dodge that javelin but it zooms passed him in a near miss - and the motion is enough to make him stop and look back in alarm and -
Well, that's enough because in the motion Sam is able to grab him and while he struggles to maneuver to let him go like the frightened fuzzy kitten his soul truly is he drops the ring with a clatter and forgets it in the moment of panicked, confused response that breaks his voice: ]
[ You would think that helps, but it doesn't. He doesn't think that whatever is supposed to happen has truly happened, but he's felt the difference. The feeling of the marble and now the ring - a few feet away - and what it most likely means. ]
[ His fingers pull uselessly at fabric and he turns away with a dark expression, eyes glassy as he answers: ]
[ Sam is quiet a moment before shifting his hold on Phoenix to pull him into a hug, his voice very soft: ]
... So are we all convinced of ourselves when the stakes are more than we can bear. But didn't you just tell me if we didn't like the outcome of things as they are or come to pass, we'll rewrite it?
[ He doesn't hug him back stiffening at the touch. His eyes close tightly and his breath comes out in tiny puffs as he shakes. Or he tries to convince himself he's not as he listens, giving a vehement shake of his head 'no'. ]
That's different.
[ Is it? Yes, to him it is. He can believe in everyone else but - ] I shouldn't even exist. I'm dangerous and as long as I am I'm a threat to everyone I care about.
It can't be different, though. If you don't exist, you can't make use of those powers you say do as they do to rewrite anything.
Either you exist as a mistake and your entire argument given to me for why my seeking death isn't an option becomes an invalidated. Or you exist as a miracle that shouldn't be but is, and you and your powers prove that we can control our fate whether date wants to let us or not.
You can't have it both ways.
So, which is it?
You're going to have to accept the troubles your existence brings with the ability to help this in ways no one else can; or you reject your existence and watch on the sidelines as you can't help anyone.
You'll need to choose.
[ Sam uses his foot to swipe the ring for where it's fallen back to slide in front of promise, letting him go. ]
I won't stop you from getting rid of whatever this is if that's your choice. But, I will stop you from making a knee-jerk reaction decision to doing so.
[ Phoenix listens even if his mouth and brows dig further and lower into his face. Can he rewrite anything with magick? He doesn't actually know and he wonders if his determination implied something different (but the answer is yes, of course it is, he just doesn't know that). ]
[ His eyes remain glassy as hands ball uselessly into fists - not to fight, not to attack, but for want of something to do. ]
[ (He's not a miracle. He does not feel like a miracle. ]
[ But finally, Sam lets him go and he moves to snatch up the ring and tightens his hand around it. The pulse of electrified power that's come with touching it - and the marble before it - races against his skin as he squeezes his eyes shut. ]
[ He takes a breath. ]
It is different, because I still want to live. I don't want to die - I just want to live as myself. [ The grip tightens. ] I don't want this.
I thought I did once, but -
[ The more he hears. The more he knows. The more it scares him - he scares himself. He tucks his head away. ] And I thought maybe it could help, but if what I think is true then it's...
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I know a lot about his power and his family and it's - not really good.
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His power comes from one of his mom's and even though she was considered a superhero... the whole world is pretty afraid of her.
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He has, too. He's killed people he cared about - accidentally - but it still counts.
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Even the best of people with the best of intentions can cause harm to others. I think that's less about the power itself, though, and the moral and ethical aspects. So I would try not to look at the power itself as the problem.
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That's just it -
The power is the problem. Because they can do stuff without actually meaning to without even knowing how they do it- Without -
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[ He takes in a breath sharp and then he just stops. ]
[ He can't know all the details, but he thinks Wanda couldn't have fully mean to make Westview - because why make a family you would inevitably lose? That would crush you? And then- ]
[ He didn't know how he came back. He didn't expect to bring Tommy back but Agatha knew and - ]
[ The thing in Agatha's basement. The names. If he was right Sharon was poisoned (he didn't have access to poison). Alice was killed by Agatha - he saw that he knew then why? He doesn't know what happened to Lilia. But he suddenly realizes that weight: He killed them. Whatever the portal symbolized was his fault it was - ]
[ You really are a Maximoff, otherwise none of this would be nearly as dramatic, she's said and he gets up then - rocking the chair back as he takes another breath. ]
Oh.
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Oh no.
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[ Which is to say - No, he's not okay, though he diligently tries to shake his head as if to say 'yes'. His mind rotates through the details of everything he knows. It loops around, tries to poke holes into the theory - But he has enough for the theory to solidly become a real possibility. ]
[ It can't be right. ( It's probably right.) ]
[ he scrubs at his eyes as the details poke holes into his hope and he breathes out. ]
No - Yeah.
I just-
[ he breathes out. ] I think I just figured out something that made everything worse.
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Because he's probably the reason for every bad thing that happened to them.
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I'm sorry -
I don't-
I can't -
[ in a surprisingly swift movement he moves to yoink up a small item from his desk and turn back. ]
Sorry, I've got to go.
[ If sam doesn't stop him he's gonna go run off to try and throw his magick into the ocean. ]
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Sam will step out into the hallway, either to come get him or chase after him if he manages to dodge and get past the situation before Sam gets there to scruff him by the collar. ]
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Well, that's enough because in the motion Sam is able to grab him and while he struggles to maneuver to let him go like the frightened fuzzy kitten his soul truly is he drops the ring with a clatter and forgets it in the moment of panicked, confused response that breaks his voice: ]
What? Let me go - please.
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You're very worked up right now, but I promise you you're very safe even if you don't feel so yet.
...And I don't make promises I can't keep.
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I'm not worried about me being safe.
[ he's worried about being a danger to literally everyone else. ]
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You—and everyone else— are safe currently.
Besides, if not worried for yourself, even more reason to calm down, don't you think? You don't want to make a mistake.
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[ His fingers pull uselessly at fabric and he turns away with a dark expression, eyes glassy as he answers: ]
I'm already the mistake.
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... So are we all convinced of ourselves when the stakes are more than we can bear. But didn't you just tell me if we didn't like the outcome of things as they are or come to pass, we'll rewrite it?
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That's different.
[ Is it? Yes, to him it is. He can believe in everyone else but - ] I shouldn't even exist. I'm dangerous and as long as I am I'm a threat to everyone I care about.
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Either you exist as a mistake and your entire argument given to me for why my seeking death isn't an option becomes an invalidated. Or you exist as a miracle that shouldn't be but is, and you and your powers prove that we can control our fate whether date wants to let us or not.
You can't have it both ways.
So, which is it?
You're going to have to accept the troubles your existence brings with the ability to help this in ways no one else can; or you reject your existence and watch on the sidelines as you can't help anyone.
You'll need to choose.
[ Sam uses his foot to swipe the ring for where it's fallen back to slide in front of promise, letting him go. ]
I won't stop you from getting rid of whatever this is if that's your choice. But, I will stop you from making a knee-jerk reaction decision to doing so.
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[ His eyes remain glassy as hands ball uselessly into fists - not to fight, not to attack, but for want of something to do. ]
[ (He's not a miracle. He does not feel like a miracle. ]
[ But finally, Sam lets him go and he moves to snatch up the ring and tightens his hand around it. The pulse of electrified power that's come with touching it - and the marble before it - races against his skin as he squeezes his eyes shut. ]
[ He takes a breath. ]
It is different, because I still want to live. I don't want to die - I just want to live as myself. [ The grip tightens. ] I don't want this.
I thought I did once, but -
[ The more he hears. The more he knows. The more it scares him - he scares himself. He tucks his head away. ] And I thought maybe it could help, but if what I think is true then it's...
[ He shakes his head. ]
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