Vincent ruffled his hair uneasily. "That's... kind of the problem. I'm too far above other people, in what I can do." Sensing he's about to get a look, he preempts it with one of his own. "Ah. Hold."
He leans back against the couch, looking at the ceiling. "I'm very powerful, Kristoff. I didn't even realize how much so until the past few years. Science at the levels we wield it is practically another type of magic." He flexes a hand, looking at his palm. "I'm staggeringly if not cosmically powerful in body, possibly near ageless, if I can go home to Asgard periodically. I have one of the most brilliant minds on the planet, and would probably be among the top five if science interested me more. I have the potential to become one of the ten strongest mages on the planet, and probably rival some of them for raw power already, if not in skill."
For Vincent, these were remarkable levels of humility.
He turns his head to Kristoff again. "I'm a creature of impulse. I see... thousands of things before me. My desires hammer in my brain almost endlessly. I walk down the street and I flash back to my childhood... when I came here. I think of how I could poke and prod at the citizens' minds until they simply gave me whatever I wanted, and they'd be deliriously happy to do so. Those rare few of strong enough will.. I could likely rend by sinew or by spell like so much paper" He winces slightly.
"Power... and absolute power. You know the saying." He pulls his legs up on the couch, resting his chin on his knees, looking his age for once. "For someone as dangerous as me.. am I allowed to be?" He pauses, frowning. "Please excuse the unintentional rhyming. It verbally cheapens the sentiment."
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