"We'll fucking fry those tables," Max promised, watching his own hand as he moved it, still trying to figure out his own body. If it could even be called that. He wasn't mourning any loss there, he knew he had been a weird loser all his life before this. But now he'd never be a loser again. Looking past his fingers, he looked at Harry. He really did look broken down. He wanted to change that.

"They won't get to hurt you any more either." There, that was a promise. "Let's do your thing first. Then we can go to the grid. I think-- I think I need more power. There's more potential. I can be more. I feel it."