"Marked by the trauma we've already suffered. The Powers are attracted to darkness, both those who survive it and those who inflict it." He nods slightly, because it makes too much sense to be ignored.

It's a grim subject, and Jaeger shifts in his chair, giving his knee a bit of room to flex. Working out the threads of phantom pain that linger in his thigh, the place where there's supposed to be a scar but instead is the ghost of an injury he's never actually suffered.

"But...let me know if there's anything I can do. I know I'm not the most...expressive of people, and I don't know that I'll always have advice to offer, but if nothing else, I can listen."