"Catchy," I remark with a smile. Which it is. The type of responsibility that one ultimately shoulders can vary in type, in degree, but ultimately, everyone who has such tools at their disposal ends up carrying something greater than the average man. It might simply be a death threat held close to one's throat. It may be the responsibility of buoying the hearts and minds of an entire city. It might be ambition, a greater desire to pull everything within one's gaze to them, possessive and consuming.

But the responsibility is there.

"I guess it's a good thing that my easily liquidated power can be handled by others. I don't know that I'd trust myself with so much."