[It's hard to tell whether or not the conversation is going well--it could be helping, but he could also be making things worse. Sometimes yelling helped.

It isn't until the man lunges for him that he really realizes he's done anything wrong, and he vanishes, only to appear just out of arms' reach.]

I only do it if it helps. They don't forget what happened, only that it hurt.

It's...a whisper, a worry, a flicker of fire and rage. It's too bright to hear, to loud to see. I won't look. I don't hurt people.