Oh, I mean, I already... can do. A thing. An ability thing. Something I've been able to do most of my life but it's.

[ It is virtually the source of all that ails him, the destruction of his old life and home the one glaring exception there. ]

Actually, you know what? N-nevermind. It's more trouble than it's worth, I'll. I'll focus on something else.

[ Ahem. He tries really hard to move on from that, reorienting his attention to the idea of self-defense. Even that seems like a wild idea, having to defend himself. ]

Uh, I don't suppose you have any suggestions? On defending yourself from... them? Like, how. How do we actually tell they're Pleroma?