“Sometimes,” said Max, fiddling with the cloth napkin that hung over the tray’s edge, “I think about being out there, walking around the city. Or being on a patrol team, like you. Stopping bad guys. Being awesome. But then, I think about what would happen if I crossed paths with another prodigy, and before anyone knew what was happening, I was draining their power from them. They wouldn’t be doing anything wrong, just … being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Being near me.” He sighed. “And that wouldn’t be fair, either.”
