[ The fire in Sharon's hand flickers out and she doesn't bother bringing it back, instead stuffing her hands into her pockets. ]

It's bullshit that's shaped and controlled my entire life before I got here. I don't hate what I can do as much as I used to—it gives me some advantages here—but there's still a part of me that always remembers that what I can do is the reason I'll never get to live a normal life. It's the reason I lost my parents.