[ He knows that some portions of his kindness are bred from cowardice, that overwhelming fear of being rejected and cast away for one false word or action. His 'kindness' is a brand that could spur disdain at its worst, but it's the only way he understands how to accept himself— by trying, by pressing forward with what little he has.

His strength is warped and built upon years of subjugation, but it's also a part of him. This is it, this is what he has to work with.

And if it gives someone some measure of strength— well. ]

Haha... I don't know if it's anything as good as that. I can only do what I can, after all.

[ His feet shift over irregular concrete, and when he smiles, it's with no small degree of contentment. When push comes to shove, he's easy to please. ]

But...! I'm what some people would call an 'Ability User'. So— you can rely on me!